Angel Poems
The Rustle of Angel Wings
All Through The Night
Is my guardian angel so full of light
So radiant her face is to me
Such pure beauty for me to see.
Her hair like strands of liquid light falls to her waist.
A wonderful glimpse of heaven for me to taste.
Under the shelter of her wings
All peace and beauty sings.
She is watching all the day and night
Always keeping me in her sight.
She communes with God above
Showing to me his wondrous love.
She is there to guard, tend and care
Always for me I know she will be there.
I know when I see her all things will be alright.
To safely guard me through the darkest night.
God has commissioned her work here on earth.
he gave her to me at the moment of my birth.
Its a wondrous thing she's stood at his throne
Now here with me I am never alone
Wings wide spread and ready for flight.
Bathe me now in Angel light.
I couldn't find You there.
I cried; I sighed;
For others seemed to see You Everywhere.
I wanted just to know You
So much to hear You speak;
But alas, I found that others heard Your voice; Not me.
A child smiled at me today
And suddenly I knew Your smile!
In little things unnoticed! Lord, It was You.
"Seek and you shall find Me in every little thing."
Finally, I'm listening!
Did I just hear the Rustle of Angel Wings?
All Through the Night.
Guardian angels God will send Thee
All Through the night.
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping;
God His loving vigil keeping
All Through the Night.
Just greet your God each day,
You'll find it quite relaxing
When you daily kneel in prayer.
In the silence of the moment
Your Angel tells you how
To speak to Him, who made you.
This holy blessed hour.
Like a soft breeze in the evening,
All cares are blown away,
The lulling sounds of Angels' wings,
Are balm and full of grace.
Then closer to your very soul,
Is God with His Heavenly choir.
They'll help you bear your earthly pain,
With angelic soothing light.
They'll give you courage daring,
And heal your dreads and fright,
You'll never feel alone again,
You'll master earthly strife.
So close your eyes and meditate,
In bus, or train or plane,
You'll find each moment well worth while,
And smiles will grace your face.
WHAT DO ANGELS LOOK LIKE?
Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.
Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world when you smile.
Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.
Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.
Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one to touch.
Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.
Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.
They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.
They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
They leave no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.
They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.
They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, But they are
everywhere you look, when you choose to see.
God's Wings
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage.
One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings.
The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies.
When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge" (Psalm 91:4)
Being loved this much should make a difference in your life. Remember the One who loves you and then, be different because of it.
Please pass this on to others you care about. Don't drive faster than your Guardian Angel can fly.
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