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Whispers of Angels

I've never seen an Angel

I've never seen an Angel...
But I do declare.
I've often heard their footsteps..
At night upon the stairs...

I've never met the Devil...
But you know how the story ends..
On darker, colder, evenings.. 
I've done business with his friends.

I stand with empty vessel..
Empty bag and empty cup.,
With nothing earned or stolen.
To fill my belly up.

I bow before my Master..
No hope to be made free...
Surrounded by my betters..
What could become of me?

Then  I find I am forgiven...
By the Son my debt is paid.
In whose hands the nails were driven.
On whose cross my sins were laid.

I will rise to meet my Savior
On that glad sweet Judgement day
Sins are gone my debt forgiven..
Christ alone the price could pay.

I've never talked to Angels
But I will not think it odd..
When I stand before my Maker...
And kiss the face of God... Jireh's Girl

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