I wait for them patiently, as I know they will come.
Angels floating in again, from a place never undone.
Wrap me in your feathers, and auspicious I will be.
As the darkness envelopes the whole between all of you and me.
The whiteness of your feathers always show brightly through the dark.
When my eyes close to the world, they are open to your spark.
Your bright light ignites me, like a match to a flame.
Others may not see you, as they're not open to this gain.
Swarms of delicate little flutters form a barrier from the fallen souls.
They are here to protect, whoever remains loyal to His hold.
Whispers come inside the circle, if you listen with clear mind.
Messages are not altered to those who are not blind.
Single feathers are left around for those who need them the most.
Maybe some feel that angels don't exist.
Yet when they were saved, who was there among them to assist?
When minds suddenly change, what takes you down a different path?
What would've happened if you chose the other way, or the wrong way to be exact?
Do not dismiss the angels around us, and be humbled to what they bring.
Hand to them your trust, and for you my friends, they will sing.