The Street Angels have trod the path
For Five years on
Woking’s streets
Armed only with Gods
light
And their calming
influence
They are Not preachers
of the word
Nor are they there to
evangelise
They are the doers of
deeds
The holders of hands
And the wipers of
tears
They are a friendly
face in the dark
Or a soothing word in
the confusion
A conduit to common
sense
The Angels do not
judge
Nor are they there to
chastise
Angels listen with
sympathetic ears
And speak in a voice
of pleasant reason
They give up their
time
For the lost and the
vulnerable
And the over
enthusiastic revellers
Until the last club
closes.
The Street Angels
Do not police the
streets
But they do tread the
path
And they are part of
the peace
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