I've always felt like I had a guardian angel.
I’ve got your back. Nothing alive will ever hurt you if I have breath in me. And nothing dead will hurt you if I don’t.” (Kisten)
A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
The eye of God! Think of that. Everywhere, in every house, in every field, in every room, in every company, alone or in a crowd, the eye of God is always upon you.
Something looks back from the trees, and knows me for who I am.
I think that someone is watching out for me, God, my guardian angel, I'm not sure who that is, but they really work hard.
I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.
Into the night, in the dark, he lay beside her, listening to her breathe. He knew the varied and sundry reasons a man would kill. But none were more fierce, none were more vital than to hold safe what he loved.
I think I'm more of a guardian angel girl.
Everyone has an angel, a guardian who watches over us. We can't know what form they'll take. One day old man, next day little girl. But don't let appearances fool you, they can be as fierce as any dragon. Yet they are not here to fight are battles, but to whisper from a hearth. Reminding that it's us... it's everyone of us who holds the power of the worlds we create.
Sometimes I think I must have a Guardian Idiot. A little invisible spirit just behind my shoulder, looking out for me...only he's an imbecile.
Nancy's got a guardian angel. Seven feet plus of muscle and mayhem that goes by the name of Marv.
Even when God seemed to have abandoned me, he was watching. Even when he seemed indifferent to my suffering, he was watching. And when I was beyond all hope of saving, he gave me rest. Then he gave me a sign to continue my journey.
Though it has no thought of keeping watch, it's not for naught that the scarecrow stands in the grain field.
