Angel on My Shoulder

There is someone quietly,

Watching over me.

Someone gentle,

I don't see.

Wherever I go,

Each corner I turn.

All day long,

Watching me learn.

Studying His words,

Sitting at Jesus' feet.

Heavenly angels sing,

When at last we meet.

Psalm 91 says,

He keeps me in all my ways.

An angel, one or more,

Charged over my days.

Sent at birth, 

Watching me grow older,

The silent, secret friend, that whispers,

The angel on my shoulder.

Rebecca Jones