Not On Bread Alone

I walk with Angels wings,

           above the talk of kings.

From land to shimmering land,

           I've only one true guiding hand.

My heart's glow ne'er wavers,

          as the dark's horrors labors.

                    Becuase I walk with Angels wings,

                    with Rivers who sing.

He resides in my soul. 

           I live not on bread alone. . .