HIS ANGELS

Power enough to light the sun,

And more to burn ’til time has done,

They are truly most wonderful,

Majestic beyond mere beautiful,

Fearfully made, sometimes to look on,

Mysterious they are to us who would run,

Most of us have never seen such as them,

To us they are legends sung in anthem,

Messengers of Him who made them all,

And we are blessed if they should call,

Call on us to give us tidings,

From One who made all, even the lightning,

Even the world on which we live,

Was made by Him for us to give,

An offering of thanks to the Maker above,

Who always outshines even the messengers of love,

As wonderful and beauteous as they appear,

He who made them is ever more dear,

When all time ceases ever to be,

He’ll be waiting with those messengers for me,

To take me forever and keep me in glory,

While I sing His praises and tell His story,

Accompanied by His heavenly legions,

Singing in those blessed regions.

PTR February 11, 1997