Not an Angel, Not Yet … Jenna Bolar

by Jenna Bolar

They call me an angel— I can almost feel the wings on my back, Beating with power and strength. But I’m not an angel, Not yet.

“You look like an angel, a little angel. It fits you perfectly.” I can feel the angelic light shining through me. But I’m not an angel, Not yet.

“You have the voice of an angel, I could listen to it forever.” I pour out my voice, Singing to the Lord with every ounce of my being. But I’m not an angel, Not yet.

I’m ready to be an angel, God, Ready to leave behind this broken body, Lift my voice, beat my wings, and fly, But I’m not an angel, Not yet.

I know one day I’ll be an angel, For God has told me so, But for now, I will be content as I am. Not an angel,