My Guardian Angel (s)
Guardian Angel was written by my mom when she was a young girl. She recited it into her 90’s.
Guardian Angel
When I was just a little child
And had so many fears
My mother used to say to me
Don’t cry just dry your tears
You have a guardian angel
Jesus gave to you at birth
And he is with you always
On your journey here on earth
To say I didn’t want one
Would have been a great mistake
But I only wanted one
If he had skin on his face
And so, as I went on in life
Through hardships and through strife
I found my angels out there
To help me on with life
I know they come from heaven
By what they say and do
And God has loved me always
Because he sent me you
(and you) (and you).
Happy Birthday, Mom. Missing you today but in joy that you are with Dad. All is Calm, All is Bright...
“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;.” – Psalm 91:11
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The Feast
The feast of the seagulls hovers over no-man’s land waiting for the unprepared to strike the first blow.
Foolish men of war help themselves to heavens armoury and with unknown arrogance they assume the knowledge of instruction on how to wield them. They sharpen tools for the vintage wrath of the King while the humble quietly empty their hands.
The meek know the power of the sword and who bears the weight of it.
The visible bride veils the true bride as she readies in the sanctuary. A purity set apart prepares her while the foolish flaunt the tools of their destruction.
In peace, the humble shall inherit borderland because they go forth not. They wait in the shadow of the King as heaven releases the almighty host for war.
At the sound of the trumpet, God’s army thunders across borderland while men of war charge into the enemy’s ambush. The angelic host cries out:
Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus Dominus Deus sabbaoth.
Pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in Excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini. Hosanna in Excelsis.
With shield and sickle, the harvest begins; and in peace, the meek inherit borderland.
…the birds will feed on those who die in the country. 1 Kings 21:24
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The Song of Deborah
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