I am a tiny angel,
I'm smaller than your thumb.
I live in people pockets,
That's where I have my fun.

I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect.
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.

Before I was an Angel.
I was a fairy in a flower.
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands,
We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do.
He said that my assignment,
Was to keep close watch on you.

Then He tucked me in your pocket,
Blessing you with Angel care.
Saying I must never leave you,
And I vowed to stay right there!

Virginia Ellis
Copyright © 1999
This poem in on 60 sites that we know of.

Someone has dishonestly taken "Angel In Your Pocket" from Ginny's web page, eliminated a verse, changed the title to "A Tiny Angel" and placed it on the internet with "Author Unknown." Ginny has written this response on behalf of this "Wayward Angel."

Among the many blessings,
That God has sent my way.
Was a tiny pocket Angel,
That fluttered in one day.

God placed her in a pocket,
She seemed quite happy there.
She did her job of guarding,
And providing Angel care.

I loved that tiny Angel,
But soon word reached my ears.
She had been seen in Switzerland,
And China and Algiers.

I wondered if she'd flown away?
So I took another look.
And there she was, where she belonged,
Right in her pocket nook.

How could it be that she was seen?
In a strange and foreign land.
Yet still be in her pocket home?
I did not understand.

My guess is God made more than one,
He might have made a pair.
When a pocket picker picked up one,
He left the other there.

Blessings on you, pocket picker,
Whoever you may be.
You badly need an Angel,
Maybe two or three!

And God's Speed to you, my Angel,
No matter where you are.
I'm glad God made you shareable,
With all souls near and far!

Virginia Ellis
Copyright © 1999