Wings of Glories Rising by Jim Hendrick
They watch you.
They keep you safe.
Safe from the things that would hunt you in the shadows.
They are the light in the dark.
When you have doubt follow them.
They will lead you up the stairs.
They watch over us.
They keep our souls safe.
They care for us even beyond the grave.
Keeping a close eye on those who wander in the dark.
Waiting to take what is not theirs.
When they see the demon’s rising from the depths….a call to arms.
Heralds to God….the sound of beating wings.
Strike down the unholy- their swords will sing.
Their cries of glory feel it ring.
The Angels…Heralds of Glory.
Resounding light.
They are the beacons in the night.
They keep you safe.
Safe from the things that would hunt you in the shadows.
They are the light in the dark.
When you have doubt follow them.
They will lead you up the stairs.
They watch over us.
They keep our souls safe.
They care for us even beyond the grave.
Keeping a close eye on those who wander in the dark.
Waiting to take what is not theirs.
When they see the demon’s rising from the depths….a call to arms.
Heralds to God….the sound of beating wings.
Strike down the unholy- their swords will sing.
Their cries of glory feel it ring.
The Angels…Heralds of Glory.
Resounding light.
They are the beacons in the night.