Tears Caressed By The Voice Of Angel
Still, held my throat in suspension
Tears caressed my eyes but did not fall,
The pure sublime intoxication fed my eardrums
With bristles frozen on my neck reaching tall.
The belief that this singing voice was heaven sent so sweet
Flowed thru clouds, Welsh valleys and waves of the sea,
The tone as pure as to I only, with magic sent to greet
Charlotte Church all thirteen years young on stage an angel star to be,
Commands silence as God’s disciples may enter her vocal cords
The symphony and choir envelope the music pure glove on hand,
Soft and wonderful her rendition of the prayer of our Lord
The audience in awe, on their feet for this scene so grand’
Tears caressed by the voice of an angel.
The 1999 first DVD of Charlotte Church
The voice of an Angel which I only heard
poem by Ken e Hall
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