By: Sandra Vanett Howard

There's a dream I often have,
it's set in the heavens above.
The theme is always white,
filled with a flock of doves.

I look over to my right
and I'm astonished at what I see.
There standing before my sight,
is an angel staring at me.

His hair is long and golden,
as if spun from straw.
His face is pure and white,
perfected, without a flaw.

When I first saw you
I was quite surprised to see,
that it was you I dreamed about,
the angel from my dream.

It is you whom I admire,
and you whom I adore
it is you who makes life peaceful,
for now and forevermore.