joe was a carpenter
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made a living working wood with the tools in his hand
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a blue collar man
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he's got a family
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wife two kids and a van
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he comes home every night with concerns for his family
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would they always be fine
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so he prayed to his God for a blessing
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and a peace that he could not find
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send me your angels to watch my children grow
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show me you love me so I will always know that you cared enough for me
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to send angels of your own
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so send those angels home
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so God he spoke down from heaven and said
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joe now look here is the plan
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i can honor your request
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but my hope lies in trusting
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they will reach for my hand
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i can offer you my abundant love and forgiveness
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but the rest is up to you to
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be a part of my plan my right hand man
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so just show them your love
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Send Me Your Angels
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