Angels Watching Over Me

Many times through the course of life ,
I slip and take a fall.
I think I cannot make it,
And my backs against the wall.
I hear something in my head,
Saying on the Lord to call.
So I guess that there are angels,
Watching o'er me after all.

Sometimes my trial come,
And get the best of me.
Sometimes my eyes see something,
That they shouldn't see.
Something seems to grab me,
And pull me to my knees.
So I guess that there are angels,
Looking out for me.