Joey Angel

HE WAS ALWAYS GOING TO BE GOD’S SPECIAL ANGEL

Sadly, despite everyone’s best efforts, poor Joey was too old and ill to be saved but, now, he is resting in everlasting peace.

Rest your weary Golden head and drift off into dreams
Frolic in the sunshine and bathe in God's moonbeams
Use the stars as stepping stones to take you to your peace
The pain of life forgotten now you have found release.

Without rain a flower folds, the petals drop and die
There was no way to save you, we had to say "goodbye"
So we cry all the tears instead as we must let you go
To Heaven and God's garden to blossom and to grow.

The little seed is planted, you'll be watered every day
The angels will tend all your needs as in their arms you lay
Your life will be amazing now and full of wondrous things.
Rest in peace, our dear, sweet Joe, go fly on angels wings