Post by deborahk on Jan 17, 2007 14:41:54 GMT -5
The angels they surround me,
their Grace, astounds me
as I look upon their light and smile.
With awe and respect, I remember
that it is important to give thanks
unto our angelic guardians; those
we seldom think of, lucidity keeps
us inflexible ~ spiritual sight escapes.
In my prayers, as I get down upon
my knees to give thanks and deliver
gratitude unto the Lord, I feel them
kneel with and around me; giving
radiance to the words I speak ~
knowing that the Father sees every
prayer His son sends to Him.
Through the Grace and peace of
the angels, prayers are lifted to my
saviour Jesus ~ so that the Father
may look upon them.
Unless awash with the blood of
Christ, the Father’s eyes, unable to
look upon sin, must turn away, and
with the tear that falls, wishes it
could have been some other way.
I lift my praises up to Christ, and
see the Father smile.
He blesses me with the radiance of His heart.
Where do I start, in my thanks to you, Dear Father?
You have given me so much, and your
touch has changed this heart and soul.
No longer cold ~ breast seeks the
warm, sweet Faith of another, to share
in the beauty and the bounty
of God’s heaven.
© Deborah L. Kelly
