Sometimes we think we are alone,
When things are going wrong,
And then we toss and turn in bed,
When sleepless nights are long.

We feel that helplessness inside,
With things we can't repair,
And wish there was someone with which,
These troubles we could share.

And then so often we are helped,
With unexplained events,
That save us from the doom we feared,
By help magically sent.

It's then I think we realize
We never were alone,
That someone watches over us,
With help they've often shown.

I tend to think this helper is,
An Angel filled with love,
A Guardian Angel just for us,
Sent from our God above.

© James O'Brien
April, 2004