Woefully Inadequate
After the holy battled moved,
the Angels staggered onward,
climbing mountains that had looked immense
only a few days ago,
stars darkened and streams of blood would flow.
No matter how mighty the fight,
and how dark the night,
God knew that the human army couldn’t protect his Kingdom alone,
battles fought, with honor and with grace,
death and hunger these humans would face,
God sent more Angels when he heard frightened voices,
putting their lives down,
blood everywhere, blanketing the ground.
They needed God’s help in any shape,
because they looked woefully inadequate to continue the fight,
the humans seemed relieved to have been joined by more Angels,
offering light to the night,
and feeling the warmth from God’s love
as the white wings filled the skies above.
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