Whenever
I feel frightened, or things are going wrong
I
quiet down and listen, to hear an angelsong….
What
do angels look like? Do
they really sit on stars?
Do
they play around on moonbeams, and float on clouds afar?
Are
angels soft and fluffy? Do
they drift on flakes of snow?
Are
they hanging up the rainbows? Who
tells them where to go?
Can
they save us from tornadoes; protect us from the storms?
Do
they come by angelflight? Were
they there when we were born?
An
angel led The Exodus, for God had sent him first
An
angel spoke to Hagar to save her son from thirst.
There
on Jacob’s ladder; and leading Peter out of jail;
An
angel went to Jesus on His eve of Cross and nails.
Angels
spoke to Mary; came to Joseph in his dreams
With
messages and answers to fear and doubt, it seems.
Angels
were in Bethlehem, singing from the sky
Their
Angelsong to Jesus…first Christmas lullabye.
Were
the angels of the Bible like angels of today?
Are
they standing near me now, especially when I pray?
Just
as sure as Autumn apples; like gifts of silvergold,
They’re
missionary strong; angel services untold!
One
will come, or many, from heavenly angelthrong.
We
know they are around us by their hug of Angelsong!
