PROUD AMERICAN's blog: "Go ahead make my day"

                                                         Gods Newest Angel

    I never wrote a sad song,

    that just wasn't me,

    'til I saw a story late one night,

    while watching my t.v.

   The story was about a little boy,

   about the age of five,

   beaten black and blue,

   he was barely alive.

   With broken ribs, and a punctured lung,

   he could hardly breath,

   how he lived through this abuse

   the doctors couldn't believe.

   Soon thousands would know him,

   though he had no name,

   so beautiful and so much to live for,

   it was a crying shame.

   They said it was a  Miracle,

   so " Miracle" became his name,

   those who were touched by him,

   would never be the same.

   So small and so frail,

  almost like a toy,

  the hospital staff took turns

  sitting with him,

  he was their little boy.

 A vigil soon would be held,

 it would happen late one night,

an Angel appeared at his room,

soon he would give up his fight.

 The crowd would soon grow,

 thousands of strangers in prayer,

 they gathered together,

 because they felt someone has to care.

 Soon the crowd would break up,

 many would still cry,

 I heard one lone voice amongst the silence,

 " Lord we know you have a plan,

   and we promise we won't ask why, please

 watch over our little Angel, He's earned his wings,

 but he hasn't learned how to fly."