Today, is the Passover , it comes at early eve,
How the angel of death, fulfilled destiny.
Moses let Pharaoh be the judge,
A Spiritual finger giving Him a nudge.
Israel was saved that fateful night,
To show Pharaoh God's awesome might.
Stay in, put blood over your door.
So the Angel of death, not to fear Him anymore.
As we celebrate our Lord's amazing feat,
We listen to Him, about what we eat.
Unleavened bread, as His Spiritual way,
We are thankful for this God given day.
A way to pray, thankful for His blessings,
The angel went by, As Egypt mourned, this I'm guessing.
A sign to our Lord, that we servants through and through,
Humbly standing in awe, as the angel of death didn't come for me or you.
" Angels kind of love"
Angels do excist, and their no demons in heaven,
leaves us walking in hell.
Just remember evil only lives
If it lives in you.
They excist to remind us of divinity we all share.
So I start Like this I can't help but to persist. And insist
intuition is stronger than words tell
And to love is to know to understand.
The angel of love or goddess
Of such it lights the heavens
Is pure living poetry and the hottest star in the sky
Divine love is used to bring
More love to breathing life
And independent soul now more
Strong independent but created to bring life to those
shrouded in self dout. Sickness and put out.
The truth of it is love is ment to be given. And shared
among those
Who feel they can get a angel
Then fear of loosing steal her halo
That halo ain't just a hat
But her wings will carry her
When the time comes for her time to enjoy selfless
love and her halo
Was Always inside her.
It is lighting a path on earth
For a angel among man
Who's task Was kindness among greed, and gluttony
And the weakness of loosing all he had
Fell to dark and tho he tried
A light from an angel
Kept my heart alive.
On a window sill
sits an angel watching
seeing us all pray
as we hold hands together
the angel fly's to Heaven.
God sends us miracles each day,
And we don’t often know it
It’s a miracle I can write a line
Or call myself a poet.
God has his eye and hand always
Upon the planet Earth.
There is no greater miracle
Than the miracle of birth.
Who guided Dad to meet my mom
And take her as his wife?
They were born many states apart.
Yet those two gave me life.
I’d like to say I’ve met Him
And have looked upon His scars.
But truly I need no more proof than
To have seen the moon and stars.
I had that perfect moment
I told you of before.
When I think an angel touched me
I’ve remembered it ever more.
Knowing an angel was watching over
The small child of long ago
Has comforted me through all these years.
One’s watching still I know.
For Caties's Divin Intervention Contest.
Angels, where are the angels? they say,
What is the world coming to ,they say,
Everyone is searching for some miracle.
Miracles…oh! You pathetic man,
Why waste your time in searching
For miracles and angels.
Just look within you
There he lives the angel of your soul.
He is true and pure,
And so helpless.
His space is shared with the Devil.
The devil who is more powerful,
It is he who is with you
On your path of life.
You fight and you tease
You kill and you cheat
Each time along with him
But there are moments
Moments when you are alone
In the dark of the night
When the angels knock at your door
And it is in your heart that you find
The angel with purity and truth
Waiting, waiting for you to help him out
You’re ashamed and you’re sad
And you pledge to let him out in the morning
But when it is dawn
The first thing you do
Is lie to yourself in front of the mirror
Then you lie to your wife
And then to your boss
And then it goes on…
By and by you choke the angels
To death within yourself
And then spend the rest of your life
Looking for the angel
Searching for the miracle
The Fallen Angel.
by Cate Rock
Rain falls rapidly upon a pale white face,
hair dripping, soaked in rain, and her ominous pain.
A small shapeless girl, with an upturned face,
a faithless little angel who's fallen from grace.
Her weight shifted from the one side to another,
no force in the world could push her any further.
The universe turned away,
as this young soul prayed...
"Father in heaven, forgive my pain.
Take my words for value,
and let my wings be what I regain.
Love me, my King like I love you,
help me, my God, see my side at my view!"
The worlds' cheek turned,
her wings never to be re earned.
Misguided angel falls to her knees,
misguided heart is for witch Satan feeds.
Angel in the rain, her soaked loyalty fades,
as the dark's plan starts and braids,
unfolding into a meaningless maze...
Submission date : 2009-12-23
How do you treat the angel
that guards you every day?
Do your actions make him happy,
or does he turn his face away?
Is he glad to be there
hovering at your side?
Or is guarding you a hardship
that wounds his angel pride?
Angels are all around us.
They know everything we do.
What will your angel tell the Lord
when your time on earth is through?
When this life is over and this world has passed away
I'll be singing with the angel choir in God's kingdom where I'll stay.
No more wondering if I'll eat today or where I'll lay my head.
I'll be dining at God's table with a soft cloud for my bed.
No more boxcars, bridges or jail cells, no more heartache, tears or pain.
Just singing with the angels as we praise God's Holy Name.
Singing with the angel choir, that's where I long to be
Praising the One who forgave me and set my spirit free.
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