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You stand silent
through the night
at my bedside with
vigilance,
watching, waiting
just in case
tonight evil wants to
rage.
If the shadows start
to converge,
your swords you will
un-sheath,
cutting down each
taunting spirit
casting to hell all
who dare try.
Still through these
lightless hours
I sleep not hearing a
single sound.
I thank you God for
these guardian angels
you appointed to this
exhausted child.
Without these
warriors my dear Father
your child would
surely die.
I will pray
each night as I lay down
and thank you for
protecting my sleep.
I am sure that your
protective servants
will be standing
guard till the sun does rise.
For I am guarded all
night through
by the Angels of the
Night.
by Chris
© 2006
Graphics
by Chris
© 2006
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