Angel in Disguise
The holes in the knees
Of his tattered old jeans
Was the holiest part of
this man that the
strangers could see.
And the smoke rings he blew
Were the only hue
Of the heavenly halo
above the head of this
man that I knew
He taught me to close the door
to my noisy life for awhile
To listen to my heart's cries but
he made my heart smile
....He was my angel in disguise
His old cotton shirt
Was stained from the dirt
Of the miles he travelled
to get away after
he'd been hurt
And the hair on his face
Disguised the grace
Of the one who took pain in
my heart and put love
in its place
Cause there's a great calmness
in loving the way that you're
living
And since my angel opened my
eyes, I've seen what I've been
missing
...He may not have been the ideal angel,
But he was a saint to me
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