Lithe of foot and feather,
The Angels move about...
Sort of like a whisper
(Versus maladroit.)
Quiet as moon-light falling
On a clear, still night-
An incognito calling
To make sure things go "right!"
They come by ordination
From the Holy Lord...
And I hear they carry
Sharp and gleaming swords.
Ordained by the words of Love,
(Obedient to the core)
They sweep in soft - like twilight,
Swift from Heaven's shore.
It may be for destruction,
Or announcement of a birth...
But whatever their assignment;
God will get His money's worth!
~penned by lynn foust
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