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