UN ÁNGEL EN LA TIERRA....



 Un niño que estaba por nacer, le dijo a Dios.

 Me vas a enviar mañana a la tierra; pero ¿Cómo viviré tan pequeño e indefenso como soy?

 Entre muchos Angeles escogí uno para ti, que te esta esperando:

 El te cuidará.

 Pero dime: aquí en el cielo, no hago más que cantar y sonreír, eso basta para ser feliz.

 Tu Ángel te cantará, te sonreirá todos los días y tu sentirás su amor y serás feliz.

 Y ¿Cómo entender cuando la gente me hable? si no conozco el extraño idioma que hablan los hombres?

 Tu Ángel te dirá las palabras mas dulces y mas tiernas que puedas escuchar, y con mucha paciencia y cariño te enseñará a hablar.

 Y, ¿Qué hará cuando quiera hablar contigo?

 Tu Ángel te juntará las manitas y te enseñará a orar.

 He oído que la tierra hay hombres malos ¿Quien me defenderá?

 Tu Ángel te defenderá aun a costa de su vida.

 Pero estaré siempre triste porque no te veré más señor.

 Tu Ángel te hablará de Mi y te enseñará el camino para que regreses a mi presencia, aunque; Yo siempre estaré a tu lado.

 En ese instante, una gran paz reinaba en el cielo pero ya se oían voces terrestre, y el niño presuroso, repetía suavemente:

 Dios mío, si ya me voy, dime su nombre, ¿Cómo se llama mi Angel?

 Su nombre no importa, tu le llamarás "Mamá".

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