A lonely man cries out to God, as angles circle down
And with a nod the angles place, a heaven sparkled crown.
They place the crown upon his head, with praises lifted high
And take away the thorns instead, as demons shutter bye.
Their prize is won in heavens courts; the Lord is surely pleased,
But Satan waits his chance to pounce to make himself appeased.
He throws the darts of hate and hurt, to kill him where he lay
But angles stand by heavens gate, they act without delay.
The host of heaven wield their swords, as one to either side
"Protect the man without a word." "We know were he'll reside."
The Beasts of Beauty fly to fight, with eyes ablaze like fire
Forgetting not their holy duty, wings will never tire.
As swords of brilliance find their mark, on demons tattered wings
The Hounds of Heaven disembark, to kill the demon kings.
A bloody battle over now, of spirits all too real
The demons surely realize how, the angles fight with zeal.
So now the once known lonely man, has found his Sacred Friends
Relying on His holy plan, in Him his trust depends.
written by: Michael Hopkins