Angels of light
Angels come hear our praise,
every where i see their face,
they walk, they fly, they reach
to us in many forms, a child,
a smile, a thank you note.
A day of mourning with singing
love birds, a soft touch with healing
grace. They come across the harvest
ground’s, in every flower of any seed,
they never cease, they never leave.
They follow the faithful and even the
hearted. They need the assure no
soul will perish the love of our God.
Bringing roams spreading the hymns
with sounds of trumpets of heavenly
skies, and words of salvation written in
Golden colours of light.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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