My daughter looked at me to say,
"The angels must be sad today."
When peering through the window pane,
All I saw was glistening rain.
Inquiring brown eyes gazed intently at me,
"The angels are crying, can't you see?"
"My Jesus is in pain today,
And soon, my Lord will go away."
"Why did His Father let him die,
And make the heavenly angels cry?"
"It was His will, it had to be,
His blood was shed to set us free."
And as the sun shone through a cloud,
We saw His promise as was vowed.
His glory came from up above,
And filled us with His wondrous love.
For Jesus rose upon this day,
A miracle, as was His way.
My daughter beamed with joy to say,
"He took the angels tears away."
