Feel the brush of angles wings on my face
As a feather falls from my hair
walking through the abundant grace
sencing your precense I know your there
C)wings of love, wings of grace
swiftly brushing against my face
breath of GOD that fills this place
on angles wings you bring me grace
filled with peace, I fall to my knees
to worship you and take you in
with angles wings you awaken me
then I call on you again
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