What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
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Can't Hold a Halo to You
In all the pictures that I've seen
Of how angels are supposed to be
There's an aura, a kind of emanating light
Suggesting perfection that may very well be true
But they can't hold a halo to you
Their role as protector is what God made them for
And I take comfort in knowing they're around
I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminish what they do
But they can't hold a halo to you
By their very nature they must be heaven sent
Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless
I pray the Lord forgives me 'cause when you touched me that's when I knew
That they can't hold a halo to you.