Angels Flying By
By Virginia (Ginny) Ellis © July 2003 
He was so fragile and so helpless,
His mother’s strength not quite enough,
Man’s world a strange and frightening place,
Not like heaven – much too tough.

This child was made by God
In His image, for His Glory,
No way could earth lay claim to him,
To this precious, angel boy.

Too weak to fly home on his own,
God sent gentle angels down,
Who swiftly, sweetly carried him
Back home, where he belonged.

God left a message for his mother,
To let her know her son and she
Would one day be together,
As sons and mothers ought to be.

But in the meantime, she should listen,
And watch up in the sky,
For what she thinks are tiny birds
May well be angels flying by.