WE LOVE YOU STREET ANGELS

 

They are a constant about the place 

They are the friendly face

Revellers stop on their merry way

And invariably they will say

As they lean at precarious angles

"We love you strangles"

THE STREET ANGELS HAVE TROD THE PATH

 

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

THE HOST OF STREET ANGELS

Spread the good news
By any means you choose
Pass on the news to all
Herald it with clarion call
And drummers drumming
The Street Angels are coming

A host of angels on the beat
Where the folk of Woking meet
Armed only with Gods light
To illuminate those in plight
But not to preach or evangelise
Nor to judge or chastise
But to listen with sympathetic ears
Offer a tissue to stem the tears
Have a Christian heart to care
And make a difference there

For road weary travellers
And over enthusiastic revellers
The intoxicated and the incapable
The distressed and the vulnerable
And for the impromptu shoeless
And the temporarily clueless
They have sensible Flip flops
And sugar boosting Lollipops

So spread the good news
By any means you choose
Pass on the news to all
Herald it with clarion call
And drummers drumming
The Street Angels are coming
And their blessed presence on the street
Shows that God is on his feet