I am a tiny angel …
I’m smaller than your thumb;
I live in people’s pockets,
That’s where I have my fun.

I don’t suppose you’ve seen me,
I’m too tiny to detect;
Though I’m with you all the time,
I doubt we’ve ever met.

Before I was an Angel …
I was a fairy in a flower;
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools;
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands …
We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Was to keep close watch on you.

Then He tucked me in your pocket,
Blessing you with Angel care;
Saying I must never leave you,
And I vowed to stay right there!

-o-o-
God’s Speed, My Angel”

Among the many blessings,
That God has sent my way …
Was a tiny pocket Angel,
That fluttered in one day.

God placed her in a pocket,
She seemed quite happy there;
She did her job of guarding,
And providing Angel care.

I loved that tiny Angel,
But soon word reached my ears …
She had been seen in Switzerland,
And China and Algiers.

I wondered if she’d flown away,
So I took another look …
And there she was, where she belonged,
Right in her pocket nook.

How could it be that she was seen
In a strange and foreign land …
Yet still be in her pocket home?
I did not understand.

My guess is God made more than one,
He might have made a pair;
When a pocket picker picked up one,
He left the other there.

Blessings on you, pocket picker …
Whoever you may be;
You badly need an Angel,
Maybe … two or three!

And God’s Speed to you, my Angel,
No matter where you are;
I’m glad God made you shareable,
With all souls … near and far!