Hark the Herald Angels sing.
While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love.
The Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell.
The angel of the Lord came down and glory shone around.
A shining throng of angels praising God.
A few weeks ago I spent a Friday night in Hanley at Nightchurch. At about 1’o clock on the Saturday morning I was sat chatting with a couple of clubbers who had come in to get out of the cold, have a cup of tea and a chat. They started talking about angels. One of them had been advising the others about asking their angels to help them out when they were going through tough times. These girls were absolutely convinced that they have guardian angels watching over them, who answer their prayers and who leave white feathers as signs of encouragement and hope.