Our Father's love embraces us, in ways we do not see,
Hidden in the hearts of angels, poured out so lovingly.
Like the purest gold from heaven, reflecting from His face,
They carry tender mercies, to every needed place.
Ministering His peace, His help, His love, His joy,
In vessels of His grace, He has filled them with His glory.
Heaven touching earth, with our Dad's warmth and love,
The hearts of angels fashioned, from the purest One above.
They are strong, they are gentle, merciful and sweet,
And just like our Father, they do not know defeat.
Though humbled they may be at times, and even tired still,
They rest softly in His peace, then return to do His will.
Some say we never see them, but I'm not so sure it's true,
For just the other day, I thought I saw a few.
Their clothes were not white robes, and I didn't see their wings,
But they had the hearts of angels, for they did such noble things...
Laying down their lives for a brother that's in need,
Giving all their strength, to accomplish every deed.
Carrying the wounded, and shedding heartfelt tears,
Offering their prayers, to calm each other's fears.
Only God knows for sure, who has His love to share,
But I really think these heroes were angels unaware.
Yes, heaven touching earth, with our Dad's warmth and love,
The hearts of angels fashioned, from the purest One above!
Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
For thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Remember them that are in bonds, As bound with them and them which suffer adversity, As being yourselves also in the body.