Set Apart

What if an angel is all that you were made to be

A guardian with no human arms in the ever of time to guard you

A servant among an army of servants, hosting the faint and heartsick

A consecrated one, bringing stranded souls back together

What if God’s breath is the all you were made to be


First fearfully made, consecrated one

Then daughter, blessed by a blood second to none

An auntie, to dear flesh -my heart did they steal

Now “Hi Mom” to Tiger, a cub with my zeal

He blessed me, here I stand, in nothing but grace

Surrounded in mercy’s why I seek His face