February 23rd
“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
