Tears Caressed By The Voice Of Angel

Still, held my throat in suspension Tears caressed my eyes but did not fall, The pure sublime intoxication fed my eardrums With bristles frozen on my neck reaching tall. The belief that this singing voice was heaven sent so sweet Flowed thru clouds, Welsh valleys and waves of the sea, The tone as pure as to I only, with magic sent to greet Charlotte Church all thirteen years young on stage an angel star to be, Commands silence as God’s disciples may enter her vocal cords The symphony and choir envelope the music pure glove on hand, Soft and wonderful her rendition of the prayer of our Lord The audience in awe, on their feet for this scene so grand’ Tears caressed by the voice of an angel. The 1999 first DVD of Charlotte Church The voice of an Angel which I only heard