God's Work
To J. J. H., Of Kentucky
Gathering brands from the burning,
Plucking them out of the fire,
Lifting the sheep that have wandered,
Out of the dust and the mire,
Bringing home sheaves from the harvest
To lay at the Master's feet-
Lord! all thy hosts of angels
Must smile on a life so sweet.
Speaking with fear of no man,
Speaking with love for all,
Warning the young and the thoughtless
From the wild beast-'Alcohol.'
Showing the snares that the tempter
Weaveth on every hand.
Lord! all thy dear, dear angels
Must smile on a life so grand.
Fighting the bloodless battle
With a heart that is true and bold;
Fighting it not for glory,
Fighting it not for gold,
But out of love for his neighbor,
And out of love for his Lord.
And I know that the hands of the angels
Will crown him with his reward.
For whoso works for the Master,
And whoso fights his fight,
The angels crown with a star-wreath,
And it glows with gems most bright.
They wear them for ever and ever,
The saints in that land of bliss,
And I know that heaven's best jewel
Is kept for a soul like this.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A Sunday Prayer 03
My dear Lord not so long ago, a matter of months to be exact, you sent me someone I barely knew. You used them as one of your angels to pick me up and help me in many ways. You wanted me to enjoy the talent again that you gave me, but I had neglected for so long. You also knew that my faith was also in decline. Therefore, in your wisdom you sent more angels to help me.
Now my precious Lord I want you to look after them the way you did me. I want you stretch out your hands. Smother them with your love and joy. Help them with their wounds some of them feel will never heal. I know the task is large and it covers this world of ours. Oh, Lord I need your help. Each day I try to do the best that I can. There are many souls in torment, which only you can reach. Please Lord, listen to my prayer today. Send your thousands of angels, like you sent them to me. I will do my best to help. Whenever I can, but for those I cannot help oh Lord. They need your helping hand.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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Angels Are Not Saints
angels are not saints, we do believe that they exist
they can even transform themselves into human for
form, but still remain to what they are in their natural
phenomenon
they are called by many names, they too have rank to
obey, for angels lives like us, who work and have task
given by their master, in some moments we see them,
as they appears everyone notice them for angels, are
favorite images in every literature
angels are not God, that can judge nor an icon to be adored
in the altar that we throne, for only they serve to the master
where they return, in God's wisdom they are form
all angels are holy, but not a saints, as it could be, for only
man's nature reserved to be, by holiness one's sinfulness
make us saint in all eternity
angels is in highest stage, where over and above human sphere,
never that they are superior nor inferior to human lure, for one
mistake subject to be thrown to the fire that burn
angels are angels never be a saints for eternity, for our destiny
they are made, forever they well always lead us, we equal the
same beginning in the image and likeness of God, we took
and shared one love, a breath that last for a lifetime
angels as we, differ from they, who by the one who sent them,
reminds us all, to be, in a nation of saints not of an angel
where we are call
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A Carol
This gospel sang the angels bright:
Lord Jhesu shall be born this night;
Born not in house nor yet in hall,
Wrapped not in purple nor in pall,
Rocked not in silver, neither gold;
This word the angels sang of old;
Nor christened with white wine nor red;
This word of old the angels said
Of Him which holdeth in His hand
The strong sea and green land.
This thrice and four times happy night—
These tidings sang the angels bright—
Forlorn, betwixen ear and horn,
A babe shall Jhesu Lord be born,
A weeping babe in all the cold;—
This word the angels sang of old—
And wisps of hay shall be his bed;
This word of old the angels said
Of Him which keepeth in His hand
The strong sea and green land.
O babe and Lord, Thou Jhesu bright,—
Let all and some now sing this night—
Betwixt our sorrow and our sin,
Be thou new-born our hearts within;
New-born, dear babe and little King,
So letten some and all men sing—
To wipe for us our tears away!
This night so letten all men say
Of Him which spake, and lo! they be—
The green land and strong sea.
poem by William Canton
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Happy Birthday....
Dear Lord.... Good morning
Thanks for brightly December
Thanks for those smile
Thanks for nice neighborhood
Thanks for forgiveness
Thanks for a very special today
For a Birthday of my son's cousin
Dear Lord... Let The Holly Spirit
Bring our smile in our family
Let us have a a good respect for one to another
We can't be a hero without You, my dear Lord
Lord, let us put this heart on You
With share to others
With the unspoken of True Love
But with the act of love
Dear Lord.... You open our eyes
The winner of all battle are
People who can change lust in to true love
The winner of all games
are not the people who have a lot of money
But the winner are people who can always smile
when people insulted them
when people humiliated them
when people can give to others even though they are poor
Dear Lord.... I am honest to you
It's difficult to be a winner
But i try my best to love to people who hate and hurt me
I try to give without ask them to return
I pray for them Lord
So they have a pure heart to others too
Lord, i believe You will make us smile
I don't want to cry
I let go my sins
And i want to do it right
Only to make You happy
Lord... by saying these words
A peaceful feeling is really coming in to my heart
Keep my heart always clean from any sin
Amen..
Sending Me Angels
(frankie miller/ jerry lynn williams)
Producer for bonnie: gene capel
I walked down to the river
Stood on the shore
Seems like the devils always
Tryin to get in my door
Just when I thought
I couldnt take anymore
You come again, my friend
He keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
Teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
Sweet and true
He keeps sending me angels
Just like you
As I stand on this mountain
Face to the wind
Amazed by the number of times
You go and sin
The countless enemies
That couldve been friends
Oh here he comes again
*he keeps sending me angels
Here they come a flyin
He keeps sending me angels
To keep me from cryin
(he keeps) sending me angels
So Ill never he blue
He keeps sending me angels
Just like you
He keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
Teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
So Ill never be blue
He keeps sending me angels
Lust like you
Some say that its comin
Say its already here
But love is among us
Through the joy and the fear
When I look in your eyes
Everything is so clear
My friend, here it comes again
(*repeat)
** he keeps sending me angels
From up on high
He keeps sending me angels
To teach me to fly
He keeps sending me angels
Sweet and true
(he keeps) sending me angels
(* *repeat)
Sending me angels
Here they come a flyin
Sending me angels
Keep me from cryin
Sending me angels
So Ill never be blue
Sending me angels...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Psalm 103 part 3
v.19-22
S. M.
God's universal dominion; or, Angels praise the Lord.
The Lord, the sovereign King,
Hath fixed his throne on high;
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.
Ye angels, great in might,
And swift to do his will,
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.
While all his wondrous works
Through his vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his graces too.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Angels
Take this man to prison, the man heard herod say,
And then four squads of soldiers came and carried him away.
Chained up between two watchmen, peter tried to sleep,
But beyond the walls an endless prayer was lifting for his keep.
Then a light cut through the darkness of a lonely prison cell,
And the chains that bound the man of God just opened up and fell,
And running to his people before the break of day,
There was only one thing on his mind, only one thing to say:
Angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.
A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.
Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know theyre all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my fight from falling, Ill never turn away.
If youre asking whats protecting me then youre gonna hear me say:
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angles watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me.
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me!
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Janice
Janice my dear, daughter of mine,
So sweet and loving and pure of thought.
Given to me from the Lord above
To teach us here all about love.
She’s quiet and thoughtful and oh so true, what more could a mother ask for than a daughter like you.
I’ll love you dear daughter forever more, and will wait for you as you cross through the door.
So until then, to yourself be true, your reward is in heaven with the angels too.
poem by Barbara Stahly
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Heaven I Need A Hug
Heaven send one of your Angels down from above,
To show me which way to go, and shower me with their love,
Heaven send one of your Angels because their help is needed,
so I can fight this battle, without being defeated,
Heaven send one of your Angels to carry me in their arms, to keep me away from all saddness and Satans harm,
Heaven send one of your Angels to wipe my tears away,
Because I cry everyday,
Heaven send one of your Angels down from above,
Because Heaven, I really need a Hug.
poem by Nahjee' Wes
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Dancing In Heaven
Dear lord here I sit with pen in hand
Hoping you will understand
Lillian will be dancing with the stars
With mother nature
Old man winter
Integrated with the wind and rain
Dancing in heaven
With wild refrain
Holding hands with the angels
Who smile with bliss Whispering in the night wind
To loved ones on earth
Sending them a gentle kiss
So lord you are really blessed
To have Lillian
Your dancing guest
The Making Of Viola
I.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
Twirl your wheel with silver din;
Spin, daughter Mary, spin,
Spin a tress for Viola.
ANGELS.
Spin, Queen Mary, a
Brown tress for Viola!
II.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Weave, hands angelical,
Weave a woof of flesh to pall -
Weave, hands angelical -
Flesh to pall our Viola.
ANGELS.
Weave, singing brothers, a
Velvet flesh for Viola!
III.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Scoop, young Jesus, for her eyes,
Wood-browned pools of Paradise -
Young Jesus, for the eyes,
For the eyes of Viola.
ANGELS.
Tint, Prince Jesus, a
Dusked eye for Viola!
IV.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Cast a star therein to drown,
Like a torch in cavern brown,
Sink a burning star to drown
Whelmed in eyes of Viola.
ANGELS.
Lave, Prince Jesus, a
Star in eyes of Viola!
V.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Breathe, Lord Paraclete,
To a bubbled crystal meet -
Breathe, Lord Paraclete -
Crystal soul for Viola.
ANGELS.
Breathe, Regal Spirit, a
Flashing soul for Viola!
VI.
THE FATHER OF HEAVEN.
Child-angels, from your wings
Fall the roseal hoverings,
Child-angels, from your wings,
On the cheeks of Viola.
ANGELS.
Linger, rosy reflex, a
Quenchless stain, on Viola!
All things being accomplished, saith the Father of Heaven.
Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
Bear her down on spyless wing,
Bear her down, and bearing, sing,
With a sound of viola.
ANGELS.
Music as her name is, a
Sweet sound of Viola!
VIII.
Wheeling angels, past espial,
Danced her down with sound of viol;
Wheeling angels, past espial,
Descanting on 'Viola.'
ANGELS.
Sing, in our footing, a
Lovely lilt of 'Viola!'
IX.
Baby smiled, mother wailed,
Earthward while the sweetling sailed;
Mother smiled, baby wailed,
When to earth came Viola.
AND HER ELDERS SHALL SAY:-
So soon have we taught you a
Way to weep, poor Viola!
X.
Smile, sweet baby, smile,
For you will have weeping-while;
Native in your Heaven is smile, -
But your weeping, Viola?
Whence your smiles we know, but ah?
Whence your weeping, Viola? -
Our first gift to you is a
Gift of tears, my Viola!
poem by Francis Thompson
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Today... 'The Crown of Glory
A diadem of beauty Your head adorns
and a Crown of Glory replaces the thorns.
The hosts of angels behold the wondrous sight
of their glorious King enthroned in light.
'Worthy is the Lamb' upon the throne they cry
'Worthy is the Lamb' echoes back our reply
The elders bow down as they worship You there
and unnumbered saints their loyalty declare.
'Hallelujah' the angels take up the strains
for the Lord our God the Almighty now reigns
Timeless eternity replaces the years
and the new heaven and earth to all appears.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
When We Dance
If he loved you
Like I love you
I would walk away in shame
I'd move town
I'd change my name
When he watches you
When he counts to buy your soul
On your hand his golden rings
Like he owns a bird that sings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
The priest has said my soul's salvation
Is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion
I keep the faith in my fashion
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm still in love with you
[I'm gonna find a place to live
Give you all I've got to give]
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
If I could break down these walls
And shout my name at heaven's gate
I'd take these hands
And I'd destroy the dark machineries of fate
Cathedrals are broken
Heaven's no longer above
And hellfire's a promise away
I'd still be saying
I'm still in love
He won't love you
Like I love you
He won't care for you this way
He'll mistreat you if you stay
Come and live with me
We'll have children of our own
I would love you more than life
If you'll come and be my wife
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
When we dance, angels will run and hide their wings
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you more than life
If you will only be my wife
I'm gonna love you night and day
I'm gonna try in every way
[I had a dream last night
I dreamt you were by my side
Walking with me baby
My heart was filled with pride
I had a dream last night]
song performed by by Sting
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Do You Believe In Angels?
Do you believe in angels, friend?
They all believe in you!
I know it's hard to comprehend,
It's too good to be true!
It's too good that God made each one
To help us day-by-day,
Yet we know life's not always fun,
Ask those who kneel and pray...
Do you believe in angels now?
Like you did as a child...
Or has your faith been crushed somehow
Or have you been beguiled?
Has science talked you out of truth
That once your heart received?
Now you're full grown, no more a youth,
Since then, were you deceived?
Do you believe in angels here?
On this, God's precious Earth...
Has something gripped your heart with fear
To steal away self-worth?
Consider how the seasons change,
The years remain the same...
Why then, today, should it seem strange
That angels know your name?
Do you believe in angels, too?
Their wings a glorious sight!
Enough to warm the likes of you
And bear you up in flight!
From land-to-land and shore-to-shore,
Their legends are renowned...
And blessed are we forevermore
Each time they come around!
Do you believe in angels, friend?
Or do you think them odd?
Read the Bible from end-to-end
And heed the Word of God...
I pray you learn to love the Lord,
His Spirit and His Son...
Holy angels of one accord
Help them to get things done!
So please, please, please! Please, please! Please, please!
Believe, believe, believe!
For when you do, what hope, what peace,
What joy you will receive!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.
We can learn more from Revelation TV
on Sky Digital and Freesat channels.
Website: revelationtv-dot-com
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poem by Denis Martindale
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The Birth Of The King
Sages have come from far
Following one bright star
Telling us where thou art
From heaven the King of kings,
Lord is the word he brings
Praise of the Nazarene
The angels will sing.
Chorus:
Jesus, born unto Mary in Bethlehem
The angels herald the pietas in
The magi, ardent wouldn't tarry to find him,
Enshrine him, glorify him.
Frankincense, gold and myrrh
Honor the Savior's birth
The highest praise on earth
The angels will sing of Him,
The trinity begins
Voices will ring, Amen
The birth of the King.
Chorus Two:
Jesus, Joseph and Mary of Israel,
Isiah's miracle augured befell
The coming of Christ as the star
From the East will tell
The first noel our Load Emmanuel.
Sages have come from far
Following one bright star
Telling us who thou art
From heaven the king of kings,
Lord is the word he brings
Praise of the Nazarene,
The angels will sing
Of the birth of the King.
The angels will sing of
The birth of the King.
(The angels will sing of
The birth of the king)... (x8)
song performed by by Clint Black
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Band Of Angels
i saw a band of angels coming down from the sky
a band of angels to save you and i.
they covered the sky as far as the eyes could see
the sight so beautiful
that it hypnotized me.
they were like the angels that they talk about in books
wings so wide and white
showing all their strength and might.
the angels came to do battle for all mankind
and they did not come with swords.or weapons of any kind
they came with the words of peace and love
sent down from GOD above.
for they know that the devil comes
with lies and deceit,
in hopes that your faith, they will defeat.
they will offer us riches of diamonds and pearls
and even offer us, control of the world.
they know that mankind is full of greed
since the beginning of time
it has been seen.
the band of angels know that this
battle will be won
for they will fight from dawn to setting sun.
they know that the human mind is full of greed
but the love in their hearts, can not be seen.
now the confrontation is finally here
and the battle is about to begin.
which is stronger
love or sin?
this is when you must search your heart
and decide what you want to do.
are you going to let the devil
make a fool out of you?
we must join this band of angels
who fight for our rights.
so darkness will not
win this perilous plight.
poem by Louis Rams
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Rusty Angels
They say you came from heaven but I know thats not the truth,
Cause I dont think an angel could look anything like you,
Your eyes are made from sapphires and your heart is made from stone,
You gotta be the closest thing to hate Ive ever known,
And if I didnt know better Id say you had come alone to the party.
Oh yeah.
The light is always shining, but you swear that its gone black,
The tide is always turning, but youre never looking back,
If I didnt know better Id say times were pretty bad,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
The gifts you bring are fire, and your dreams they turned to dust,
Your flying days are over, and your wings have turned to rust.
If I didnt know better, Id say all you had is lost,
Because rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly,
Rusty angels gonna die, gonna die.
If you swallow just a little pride, you might find a little love inside,
Open up and let somebody in, cause if you need somebody,
You know its not a sin.
Rusty angels they cant fly, rusty angels gonna die, yeah,
Rusty angels they cant fly, no, rusty angels gonna die,
Gonna die, yeah, you cant fly, oh no,
Gonna die, oh yeah, you cant fly, oh no.
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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 29
(John. 20:17. My Father, and your Father, to my God, and your God)
My shattered fancy stole away from me
(Wits run a-wooling over Eden's park)
And in God's garden saw a golden tree,
Whose heart was all divine, and gold its bark.
Whose glorious limbs and fruitful branches strong
With saints and angels bright are richly hung.
Thou! Thou! my dear dear Lord, art this rich tree,
The tree of life within God's Paradise.
I am a withered twig, dried fit to be
A chat cast in Thy fire, writh off by vice.
Yet if Thy milk-white gracious hand will take me
And graft me in this golden stock, Thou'lt make me.
Thou'lt make me then its fruit, and branch to spring,
And though a nipping east wind blow, and all
Hell's nymphs with spite their dog's sticks therat ding
To dash the graft off, and its fruits to fall,
Yet I shall stand Thy graft, and fruits that are
Fruits of the tree of life Thy graft shall bear.
I being graft in Thee, there up do stand
In us relations all that mutual are.
I am Thy patient, pupil, servant, and
Thy sister, mother, dove, spouse, son, and heir.
Thou art my priest, physician, prophet, king,
Lord, brother, bridegroom, father, everything.
I being graft in Thee I am grafted here
Into Thy family, and kindred claim
To all in heaven, God, saints, and angels there.
I Thy relations my relations name.
Thy father's mine, Thy God my God, and I
With saints and angels draw affinity.
My Lord, what is it that Thou dost bestow?
The praise on this account fills up, and throngs
Eternity brimful, doth overflow
The heavens vast with rich angelic songs.
How should I blush? How tremble at this thing,
Not having yet my gam-ut learned to sing.
But, Lord, as burnished sunbeams forth out fly,
Let angel-shine forth in my life outflame,
That I may grace Thy graceful family
And not to Thy relations be a shame.
Make me Thy graft, be Thou my golden stock.
Thy glory then I'll make my fruits and crop.
poem by Edward Taylor
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Early Death
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
Then sit down meekly at my side
And watch my young life flee;
Then solemn peace of holy death
Come quickly unto thee.
But true love, seek me in the throng
Of spirits floating past,
And I will take thee by the hands
And know thee mine at last.
He and She and Angels Three
Ruthless hands have torn her
From one that loved her well;
Angels have upborn her,
Christ her grief to tell.
She shall stand to listen,
She shall stand and sing,
Till three winged angels
Her lover’s soul shall bring.
He and she and the angels three
Before God’s face shall stand;
There they shall pray among themselves
And sing at His right hand.
poem by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
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Birth Of The King
Verse one
Sages have come from far following one bright star
Telling us where thou art from heaven
The king of kings, lord is the word he brings
Praise of the nazarene the angels will sing
Chorus
Jesus born unto mary in bethlehem
The angels herald the pietas in the magi,
Ardent wouldnt tarry to find him,
Enshrine him, glorify him
Verse two
Frankincense, gold and myrrh honor the saviors birth
The highest praise on earth
The angels will sing of him, the trinity begins
Voices will ring, amen the birth of the king
Chorus two
Jesus, joseph and mary of israel, isiahs
Miracle augured befell
The coming of christ as the star from the east will tell
The first noel our load emmanuel
Verse three
Sages have come from far following one bright star
Telling us who thou art from heaven
The king of kings, lord is the word he brings
Praise of the nazarene, the angels will sing
Of the birth of the king
The angels will sing of the birth of the king
The angels will sing of the birth of the king
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