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The Guardian

In a meadow so bright,
an angels shadow in the light.
Knelt in prayer she weeps,
Guardian of the sheep.
Watcher of the weak.
Shepherd of the meek.
Many sorrows she keeps.
Despair fills her eyes as they stray,
suffering the toils of each.
In her prayer she sings,
grant to each of them strength.
Not to wander to far,
the faith to believe.
The burdens of humanity lie within my soul.
Still I find the light,
the reason to sing.
"Rejoice" she hails,
the shepherd of the meek.
Heal the wounds of mankind,
so my tears are not shed in vain.
The hour of salvation grows near,
sings the angel of the light.
She raises her wings,
to protect her sheep.
Against the voiceless fear,
that echoes in the night.
Let them hear not,
the silent screams that fill the air.
"Hallelujah" she proclaims,
"blessed the serenity."
In a meadow so bright,
an angels shadow in the light.
Knelt in prayer she weeps.
The guardian of the sheep.
The watcher of the weak.
The Shepherd of the meek.
In her prayer she sings.
Grant to each of them strength.

Tami Chandler (c)