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A clean white feather in a puddle of mud In the furrious weather it is tained with blood Once unbending wings are broken Due to things all left unspoken Halos crushed in tiny shards To sing the tale are misguided bards A fallen angel, from Heaven above Sent to earth without a God's love Look into the eyes listen while they speak Their eternal journey is hopeless and bleak Heh... In case anyone is wondering, I've become obsessed with fallen angels. Whenever I doubt pretty much anything... I tend to wonder if I am a fallen angel. I am saved, and certainly I should go to Heaven, but... I dunno. I have this deep feeling inside me that says I'm not. Even one night... I was praying with some friends, and we decided to pray to God to ask him to reveal to us how much he loves us. We just listened to some music and prayed. Some people were so overwhelmed they started crying... In between sobs saying "thank you, God." Deep within me, there was nothing but blackness, and a foreboding feeling that made me feel so hated... Then I saw a vision of a candle lit, but just for an instant. I couldn't even hold on to one picture in my mind. All my life I have been trying to be a good Christian, and have even heard the calling to bring more people to Christ. Even before I was saved. I always wanted to be close to God, but I've never been able to. I know the block is probably my own, but I always wonder if there is a reason I can't do this, if I might be a fallen angel...
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