Guardian Angel

Verse 1:

Down a dust-stained highway under crimson skies,

She rides in silence, no need to ask why.

Sent not by orders, but by holy design,

A messenger of mercy crossing Heaven’s line.

No map in his hand, just faith in the wind,

She answers the call when the lost need a friend.

She's the guardian angel rider,

Flames behind her wheels,

Guided by the whisper

Only the faithful feel.

No glory, no titles, no need to defend—

She rides where God sends her,

Time and time again.

Through the war-torn valleys, the tears and the fight,

She shows up like thunder with eyes full of light.

She don’t speak much, but hearts understand—

She's grace in motion, a heavenly woman.

Where children cry, where the brave fall low,

She's already riding, ready to go.

She's the guardian angel rider,

Flames behind her wheels,

Guided by the whisper

Only the faithful feel.

No glory, no titles, no need to defend—

She rides where God sends her,

Again and again.

Not made for fame, not built for ease,

She's a soldier of peace on eternal leave.

No wings on her jacket, but they’re on her soul—

A servant of Heaven on the long patrol.

She's the guardian angel rider,

On the road of divine,

With justice in her silence

And hands that heal with time.

Through fire, through sorrow, she’ll never bend—

She rides where God sends her,

To the very end.