Mayme Mildred Haase Johnson

Sometimes I hear a faint whisper

So softly in my ear;

It's then I feel the presence

Of my Guardian Angel near.

A brush, a touch of Heaven,

A closeness beyond compare,

That lifts me to the Father

As I go to Him in prayer.

Oh winged one, who enlightens

And guards me where I trod;

You stand before the heavenly throne

And see the face of God.

You are my heavenly protector

Who is given charge over me.

God made you my companion

To help fulfill my destiny.

- Shirley Hile Powell