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….