Bible Angels

 

If I were in a market place

Four thousand years ago

And an angel came to me,

Would I laugh as Sarah laughed?

It would be understandable

 

We try it now

In comedies

Sometimes in melodrama

But it’s a tragedy of belief to have

The recognition come too late,

And so it never does

Tell Sodom and Gomorrah

And days before the rain

That meant the ark

Must be sealed

I’m sorry, but sometimes

There’s providence in this

 

But after rain

I have an angel on my shoulder

A miracle in my pocket

And King Jesus is my all

So that when I sing it

Sing it, too

There’s a

Choral host somewhere

Joining in

 

It was an angel, ordered

Painting red the lintels

Who lived inside the clouds

And pillars of fire by night

 

They bear news

It isn’t always good

Fear not

Have faith

We are nothing but the thing with feathers

Inside there is nothing but

The will of God

 

We warred in heaven

Tempered is the remnant

Choice assignments

Sometimes we act with tears

We all know why

There are lamentations

 

We will cry the end

We’ve been there

And cry once more for joy

In what is found afterward

For our keeping

 

C L Couch

 

 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul . . .

Emily Dickinson

 

 

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Paraná, Londrina, Brasil