Angelic hosts fly sight unseen
veiled from mortal eyes,
the gentle whisper of their wings
born on gossamer sighs.
They're warriors, invincibly strong,
guardians over our lives,
protecting us from evil's harm~
the Sword of Truth at their sides.
Dare we cease to be in prayer
as they defend what's right
and keep us under constant care
through day on into night?
For while we live and safely dream
there hovers through the skies,
an army of majestic beings
from Heaven's realm on high.
© Mid Stutsman 2012
In His Love,
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