The Angel was waiting,
Time was so near.
Then without hesitating,
The Angel was clear,
who had been chosen,
to make this journey.
For God's own reason,
The Angel could see.
So tiny, so special,
while they lay sleeping.
God sent His Angel,
for the final blessing.
Wrapped in Angel Arms,
Sheltered beneath their wings,
Far from earthly harms,
The Angel softly sings
beginning their sacred journey,
To the Promised Land.
The Angel acted faithfully,
To God's each command.