Precious Little Angel Destiny Norton.
In Heavens Retreat.
Pretty little Destiny, God looked upon Her face,
called Her very gently, held Her close and gave Her grace.
Sat Her on the knee of Jesus, very, very, quietly,
now cradled by the Son of God, forever She is free.
Jesus His arms unfold, Angels singing bid Her stand,
golden harp is given, wings a gift from the Lords own hand.
Angels welcome Her to Paradise, then lead Her into the fold,
They sing to announce Her arrival, as it was foretold.
Safe and secure now in Heaven, Destiny feels no hurt or fear,
importance realized, under the wing of Her Angel peer.
Wings are pure white feather, Heavenly halo lights Her face,
playing enchanting music, Destiny awarded Paradise Her place.
She plays music of the harp, perfect harmonies soft so mild,
Angels call Her calmer of unrest, wanting to harm a child.
When Her family appears in Heaven, their hearts all so true,
She plays Her music divine, to bring them into view.
Andy Hughes.
Copyright © Andrew Hughes 2010.
