Good Luck Trist!

I am a tiny angel

I'm smaller than your thumb

I live in people's pockets

That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,

I'm too tiny to detect

Though I'm with you all the time,

I doubt that we have met.

Before I was an Angel...I was a fairy in a flower,

God, Himself, hand-picked me,

And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels,

That He trains in Angel pools.

We become His eyes, and ears, and hands.

We become His special tools.
Because God is so busy,

With way too much to do.

He said that my assignment,

Is to keep close watch on you.
When He placed me in your pocket,

You were blessed with Angel care.

And I was told to never leave you,

And I vowed to always be there.

You have always had angels with you Trist, and I know they will be right there with ya tomorrow! We will be waiting for you when you get out of surgery, can't wait to see ya. Love you lots,

Em