Mortal Heart

In this mere mortal heart of mine which beats with flesh and
blood
I am told ArchAngel Nancy lives in stained-glass sanctuary, wise in
wisdom's years

She hopes and prays that her illuminating light will shine forth
brightly, rays of good
Beaming down upon the family and friends that she holds both near and
dear

If perchance they read her words and finding faith, believe once
more
That God's own precious Love can guide them through the hounding Gates
of Hell

Bring them back unscathed, unharmed to the celestial Gates of Heaven's
calming shores
True survivors lacking doubt, they overcome the casting pall of Hade's
evil spell

That is when their tarnished halos will be brightly polished, gleaming
gold
That is when their badly broken wings will be mended, healed without a
scar

No more to see the taunting judge and jury, ugly cawing vultures in
their souls
As they change into triumphant soaring Eagles, flying high above the
Bar