I believe there are Would-be angels Walking this warped, cracked world And they are merely disguised As the friends who in your times Of greatest need Offer their unsolicited hugs, prayers, or sympathy So many times I find myself Floundering and drowning Under life's hazy, darkened exterior Then God sees And extends His arm Through the skin of another human being.
Reason for writing:
God doesn't always use "thunderbolts" to reach us.
Birth sign: Taurus
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