I was walking home from school
On a cold winter day,
Took a shortcut through the woods,
And I lost my way.

It was getting late,
And I was scared and alone,
Then a kind old man took my hand
And led me home.

Mama couldn’t see him,
But he was standing there,
And I knew in my heart,
He was the answer to my prayers.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love.

When life held troubled times,
And had me down on my knees,
There’s always been someone there
To come along and comfort me.

A kind word from a stranger
To lend a helping hand,
A phone call from a friend just to say,
“I understand.”

And ain’t it kind of funny
That at the dark end of the road,
Someone lights the way
With just a single ray of hope.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love.
They wear so many faces,
Show up in the strangest places,
To guide us with their mercy,
In our time of need.

Oh, I believe there are angels among us,
Sent down to us from somewhere up above.
They come to you and me in our darkest hour
To show us how to live, to teach us how to give,
To guide us with a light of love,
To guide us with a light of love.

Written by Becky Hobbs and Don Goodman.