God makes angels every day
Every post for shades of gray
Helping us that we each may
Look for sun and find a ray
If we look for silver line
We can find the day is fine
A toast! A toast! And we will dine
For we can say one day is “mine”
Yet some will look at just the bad
The things in life that make us sad
Or even make us angry, mad
To fall through life, no landing pad
Some may see only their fear
Some of these will turn to beer
Drinking ‘til that bliss is near
Ignorance may stop a tear
Angels yet will wait with love
Shower hope from God above
Peace will come with white-a dove
We can see what good is of
Yet it would seem true to me
Without bad we would not see
Good in life as it would be
Somehow bad is good, maybe
Loving God is always there
When we think of life not fair
When we think not one would care
He will hear your fervent prayer
Take a chance and see the good
Sometimes life misunderstood
If you stop, yes if you would
See the angels if you could
