I have heard of angels in the outfield
Angels on skates
But tonight was the first time
I saw angels at the Art Show, for goodness sakes.
There were many spirits dancing in the paintings on the wall.
I felt a loving prescense dancing among us all.
Was it the children?
The young lovers?
The folks that owned the store?
Perhaps, it was the elder musican and his wife
They seemed to know the score.
Perhaps it was the tall stranger
Who popped his his head in the door
The one who was greated so kindly
He decided to look some more.
Was it a visitation of the loved ones recently gone home?
I only know for certain
There have been angels guiding the hands of many
Who gathered in that place.
The hands that served the muses and did not one Soul disgrace.
It was exciting, it was beautiful.
It was creative but one thing more
It was healing and wonderful.
There were angels at the art show
You could feel them as you came in the door.
Some even took us home.
But I especially want to thank the artists
Who gathered face to face
Those who invited the angels
Will always find hearts pace.
The Seekers, the angels, the artists, the children
The divas, the sprites and muses too
Made this wonderful evening a gift from Leyman to you.