In all the pictures that I've seen Of how angels are supposed to be There's an aura, a kind of emanating light Suggesting perfection that may very well be true But they can't hold a halo to you Their role as protector is what God made them for And I take comfort in knowing they're around I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminishwhat they do But they can't hold a halo to you By their very nature they must be heaven sent Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless I pray the lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew That they can't hold a halo to you.
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