A Novice

I sent an angel to watch over you
but with a flash he came right back again
he said there was nothing for him to do
angels don't watch over angels he explained
the novices are standing in a queue
to view an angel already ordained
your good deeds reflect a welcoming hue
evil called but vocal chords are strained
Ah, your ears deafened to what you would rue
some angels don't need to be picked and trained
they don't need wings or a feather to woo
their giving and loving ways unrestrained

So maybe you'll come to watch over me
a novice uniform waits patiently