Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Angels

 
Angels
By Beverly Ewart
 
At night the angels guard our trust,
apparent in the morning when we wake;
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost

sparkling with the light that shines on us
through each brittle windowpane.
At night the angels guard our trust,

covering our faith through gathering dark,
to be on the ready should it wane ~
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

Should the night bring dreams of fear or angst?
Grim forces the angel hosts restrain.
At night the angels guard our trust,

all demonic powers they'll accost!
The glory of the Lord is their refrain,
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

For love of God these beings surround us,
hovering guardians of flesh and flame;
at night the angels guard our trust -
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

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