Comfort of her wings.

There’s a place they call The Bottom,
And friends!: I’ve been there once or twice.
It’s dark down there and lonely,
And something’s missin’ in your life.

Tonight I thought I’d had enough,
When I heard a voice said: ” Don’t give up!”
That whisper had an old familiar ring;
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.

Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo;
He was looking in her eye.

She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.

Now I’m looking back in time
To a young man stumbling through the kitchen door.
How Mama kept on praying
When she couldn’t tell me nothing any more.

I woke up in my bed again,
I guess she must have tucked me in;
I can’t remember much of any thing.
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.

Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo;
He was looking in her eye.

She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.

Now that’s why Lord made her an angel.
I feel the comfort of her wing….