Praises To the King.
I woke up this morning
To the sound of rushing waters
like waves roaring across the ocean floor.
Rigid with fear I stood transfixed
and watched as armies of angels
descended from the heavens above.
The skies shifted
the universe trembled
by the torrents of angels in flight.
Amid the sound of blaring trumpets
and the dazzle of waving swords
their thunderous voices roared
accross the morning skies.
Michael and Gabriel archangels both
leading the Heavenly choir in songs of praise
God is great ..God is Love.
Eyes glistening with tears
My heart bursting with joy
I fell to my knees and joined in song.
God is great ..God is love I sang
as I watched the angels depart
one by one.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2008
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