tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post4130270916161369792..comments2022-11-09T10:47:03.162+00:00Comments on Green Ideas: Crisis ManagementBotogolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17024057489361848870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post-41628934545350187722008-10-15T23:47:00.000+01:002008-10-15T23:47:00.000+01:00I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate a...I sit and wait <BR/>does an angel contemplate my fate <BR/>and do they know <BR/>the places where we go <BR/>when we´re grey and old <BR/>´cos I´ve been told <BR/>that salvation lets their wings unfold <BR/>so when I’m lying in my bed <BR/>thoughts running through my head <BR/>and I feel that love is dead <BR/>I’m loving angels instead <BR/><BR/>and through it all she offers me protection <BR/>a lot of love and affection <BR/>whether I’m right or wrong <BR/>and down the waterfall <BR/>wherever it may take me <BR/>I know that life wont break me <BR/>when I come to call she wont forsake me <BR/>I’m loving angels instead <BR/><BR/>when I’m feeling weak <BR/>and my pain walks down a one way street <BR/>I look above <BR/>and I know ill always be blessed with love <BR/>and as the feeling grows <BR/>she breathes flesh to my bones <BR/>and when love is dead <BR/>I’m loving angels instead <BR/><BR/>and through it all she offers me protection <BR/>a lot of love and affection <BR/>whether I’m right or wrong <BR/>and down the waterfall <BR/>wherever it may take me <BR/>I know that life wont break me <BR/>when I come to call she wont forsake me <BR/>I’m loving angels instead <BR/><BR/>Botogol someone was looking after you 25years ago and now...I suspect. God bless Robbie :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30869933.post-79697748766046720472008-10-13T21:29:00.000+01:002008-10-13T21:29:00.000+01:00I suspect many of those entering an open church do...I suspect many of those entering an open church door this week might have been looking for more than street directions - and the vicar even more clueless to give answer than yours. Where's that grimy cleaner now when we have need of him?<BR/><BR/>I guess we cling on memories when there's a crisis. Yours of 1985, mine of 1958.<BR/>Best wishes<BR/>OFOld Fogeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11247102564173946623noreply@blogger.com