If a grown man found a fallen angel he might stop and say,
“If I’m to go to heaven maybe she could show the way,”
If a little girl found this angel she might bow her head and say,
“She might not belong in heaven, but take me there, I pray,”
A grown woman might be too busy to care,
And a boy might mock her and pull her hair,
But if God saw his fallen angel weeping in the dust,
He might just shed a tear or two, knowing he must be just.
