Angels

And through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I'm right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call she wont forsake me
I'm loving angels instead.

Women are the angels we don't deserve.

You can be the worst sinner on the planet, a worthless fart kicked out of the dodgiest pub in thy city, a failure every step of the way; but, if at the end of it all, you've managed to get a woman to love you, then rejoice,
There is salvation in her eyes, even for the worst of us.

At the day's end, she won't forsake me.

Those eyes.

They call me onward and inward. Drawing out the very soul; like standing on the edge of a cliff and suddenly finding that you've run out of ground, like walking off a water fall, there's no breath left in these poor lungs of mine.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains.
Have you heard of the phrase "raison d'etre"?It's french. It means " Reason for being".

There's a reason for walking that extra mile, there's a reason for striving that little bit harder, there's a reason for a reason: her.


John 19: 26
When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son.


And she saw her only son, stripped,humiliated and nailed to a cross; a sword of sadness pierced her heart.

To what does one compare you, O daughter? That you bear him a child, clenching through all the pains of birth, that you raise his child, sacrificing everything for it, and then finally, as it walks away from your arms you stand and watch it, knowing full well that it will fall? The ultimate sacrifice.


In the quiet dimly lit hospital ward, a man slowly regains consciousness, he opens his eyes. He can see nothing. The heart rate monitor begins to beep faster, his breathing becomes frantic. Where was he? What had happened to him? There had been an accident- flames, a lot of heat.

Why the f*&K could he not see?


And then,
"Woah boy"

A gentle voice, a hand is placed lightly on his shoulder.

" You ain't going nowhere yet."


"Who's there?"


"Easy there big fellow. I'm Mary. You're in ward 16A at St. Ann's.You've had an accident. The plane you were test flying crashed."

" But how-? Who - ? When- ?"

" Shhhh, take it easy now. You're alright," a soothing hand placed on his arm." "You're alright.
Don't you worry big man, I've seen a lot worse in my time. I'm here now, nothing will happen to you , i promise. Now, breathe ...."


And despite himself, Wing Commander Briggs felt his fear leave him, a tear roll down his eye. It would be alright. He was in good hands.
Angels' hands.