It's 3:20pm, at my window I sit
Just drifting away in a dream
Then suddenly she appeared, a beauty so rare
Surely I'd fallen asleep it would seem

It was brighter, yes; but there was no sun
This angel was walking my way
We'd never met but that day I knew
She would be mine someday

A few years passed and we never spoke
But this vision had captured my mind
Such poise and grace and a quiet strength
I resolved, " my angel I'll find"

Then one day at church I...