HEAVEN'S ANGEL

 

February 23^rd

 

“Heaven’s Angel”

 

 

You can measure how tall I am

You can measure how wide

You can measure my IQ and other skills

But you can never measure my desire and will

You don’t know what I have inside

 

Even with the best of machines

There’s many things they cannot see

They can’t see how hard I try

They can never measure my desire

 

There’s something you always wanted to do

But you’ve always been afraid to

Now go on and try

 

My conscience keeps telling me I can’t do it

But my willpower keeps saying go ahead and try

You’ll never succeed unless you try

Now go on reach down

See if you have what it takes inside

Farther

Reach--way way down

No

Way down

There you got it

You got what it takes inside

 

He’s got the pride of a lion

The courage of a bear

The mental determination of a bull

And the finesse of a deer

But he has the meekness of a lamb

And the heart of a dove

How can one person possess all these qualities

Surely he must be a gift from up above

 

He’ll stare you in the face

And tell you you’re wrong

Even with all the facts against him

You’ll start to believe him before very long

You’ve never seen a person with such conviction

You’ve never seen a man with so much belief in himself

There’s nothing  capable of stopping him

Not one single restriction

He belongs on a plateau all by himself

 

He’s got the pride of a lion

The courage of a bear

The mental determination of a bull

And the finesse of a deer

But he has the meekness of a lamb

And the heart and spirit of a dove

How can one person possess all those qualities

Surely he’s a gift from up above

 

He’s a man who hates to fight

He’ll do anything to avoid it

But if you get in his way

You’ll never beat him

If he believes he is right

And after he knocks you down

He’ll pick you up and tell you he’s sorry

And ask you if you are alright

 

He isn’t very tall

He isn’t very wide

He isn’t exceptional in his other skills

But you can’t measure his desire and will

You could never measure what he has inside

You just can’t measure how hard he tries

 

When he’s beset by a  challenge

One that looks like he’ll never do

He just reaches way down

Way way down

As far as he has to

Until he scrapes his inner soul

And finds what he needs inside

 

No matter what the situation

He is never beat

But you can’t help but like him

Because his feeling and gentleness show through

Regardless of how hard he tries

 

He’s got the pride of a lion

The courage of a bear

The mental determination of a bull

And the finesse of a deer

But he has the gentleness of a lamb

And the heart and soul of a dove

He is surely a gift from up above

 

 

6/1/1981        Robert  P.  Wallman