In these halls and in these rooms
Are the footsteps of Angels.
Not the kind you cannot see
But Angels of mercy.
They tend the sick, the hurt and the weak
Day after day, week after week.
Not a thank you do they seek.
Do not despair!
With their loving care, most go home to a heart-felt lair
Yet, when nothing can be done, and one is lost
Angels of mercy know the cost:
Not many see their crying tear
©Copyright December 15, 2003 by Steve Brandenburg
Author’s Note: For Kristy and Robin