Twenty Angels are Dancing
Aimee Herd : Dec 19, 2012
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EDITOR'S NOTE: Most everyone has an outlet of some sort, or a certain way in which they process tragedy, difficulties or challenges. It seems, ever since I was old enough to write, mine has been through words. This weekend I couldn't sleep as the horrible news from Friday's classroom shooting in Newtown kept replaying in my mind. In the midst of thought, prayer and numerous unsuccessful attempts to return to sleep; words slowly began to form from what my heart was feeling. It's my hope that healing this tragic wound that's affected the entire country can come as each of us contribute our prayers, love, words and music—pouring them out on the devastated hearts connected with Sandy Hook Elementary school.
There were six adults killed along with the children, and then the gunman took his own life, however, the following words are focused alone on the loss of such young lives . . . the twenty little souls that left this earth for Heaven that day. -Aimee Herd, BCN.
Twenty Angels are Dancing
(a response to a great tragedy)
Halfway through December, two thousand and twelve
From a regular Friday to the darkness of Hell
Just a young, troubled boy—for reasons unclear
Stormed into the classrooms and unleashed a fear
Given over to evil and hatred inside
That day taking twenty innocent lives
Twenty angels are dancing in Heaven tonight
Pulled from such darkness, brought into the Light
With each little last breath, the Savior's strong arms
Carried with pure love away from the harm
Hearts that are breaking on hearing the news
Try waking this nightmare; it cannot be true
Mothers' arms aching in empty embrace
Dads' minds filled with sorrow, long the day to erase
'Neath trees and menorahs gifts still wrapped, remain
With each family we all grieve, hearts feeling their pain
Twenty angels are dancing in Heaven tonight
Pulled from such darkness, brought into the Light
With each little last breath, the Savior's strong arms
Carried with pure love away from the harm
Will hope again fill where it had been known?
How will come comfort? By God's grace alone
Trusting the unseen for each little soul
Lovingly He is restoring them whole
Hand holding hands, no longer in fear
A smile, a wave, and joy for the tears
Twenty angels are dancing in Heaven tonight
Pulled from such darkness, brought into the Light
With each little last breath, the Savior's strong arms
Carried with pure love away from the harm
. . . Carried with pure love away from the harm.