Into every person’s hand,
God brings life.
Sometimes they are the children of our passion;
Sometimes the children of our compassion;
Sometimes the hopes and dreams of our soul.
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And with the honor comes obligation;
to breathe truth, to breathe love,
to breathe hope, to breathe light,
into that life.
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With the guard of ministering angels, life can grow.
But tempted by the guard of the fallen,
they find anger, they find strife,
they embrace perversion.
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We choose their angels, in their toddler years;
They choose their angels, in their teens;
All choose again, in the maturing of life.
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Where have we sent them, these precious lives?
What have we shown them?
What example have we set?
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Do the angels of our light,
war with the angels of their darkness;
Or do the angels of our darkness,
strive to drive away the angels of their light?
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Into every hand, God places the gift of life.
Some are the children of our passion;
Some are the children of our compassion;
Some are the hopes and dreams,
of our soul.
Written By Linda J. Humes
10-11-98
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