is a story behind this poem. I was at work one day in July of 1995 and had been
trying to decide all afternoon whether or not to go by a pet supply store on the
way home to pick up some things for the dogs. I wanted to go, and then I didnít
want to go, and I couldnít make up my mind. I got off from work and still hadnít
decided. I wanted to go, and needed to go, but something kept telling me to just
go on home. I came to the stop sign at the four lane, and I had to make a
decision. If I was going to the store, I had to go straight across the four
lane. If I was going home, I would turn right. This was a very busy
intersection, and I had to sit there for a while waiting for the traffic to
clear before I could go anywhere. Something still kept telling me to go on home,
but at the last minute when I thought it was clear, I decided to go
to the store and pulled out to cross the first two lanes of traffic. A big beer
truck was coming across the four lane from the other direction and was in the
median, between the four lanes. He had obscured my vision and I couldnít see
that on the other side of him was a little car, coming at me on my side. When
the truck pulled on across the car was right on me and hit me on my side of the
car. It spun me around into the coming lanes of traffic but thank God there was
nothing coming. If there had been, it probably would have killed me. My car was
totaled and I was bruised and banged up but not really hurt. I realized then
that my guardian angel had been trying to tell me all day to go on home; if I
had, I wouldnít have had the wreck. So the next day this poem just came to me,
all of a sudden, while I was working, and I wrote it down.
- Elaine Chapman Stevens
© 1998, all rights reserved
I have a Guardian Angel who watches over me
She knows everything I do --Where I go, and what I see.
Sometimes she's on my shoulder, or beside me in the car
I know she's taking care of me at home, or traveling afar.
The still soft voice I sometimes hear is my Angel, guiding me -
How close I may have come to Death from dangers I could not see!
But my Angel sees me safely through each day, and brings me home.
I feel her constant presence and know I'm not alone.
I pray for help and instantly she's here, arms open wide
To shelter me from all Life's hurts and kiss the tears I've cried.
You say that you can't see her? Never mind, I know she's here -
Her loving arms are wrapped around me, comforting my every fear.
Aren't we glad that God sends Angels to guide us through the day?
It's His way of showing us the path when we can't find the way.
The next time your Angel whispers, listen closely and take heed -
For God has sent it personally to take your hand and lead.
Then when our life on Earth is ended and we greet Eternity,
Our Guardian Angels will escort us to our place at Jesus' feet.