Angels are God's holy messengers,
Present even though we may not see.
They are His ministering spirits,
Assigned watchcare over you and me.
When frail humans make God their abode,
They find Him a refuge from all storms;
He gives His angels charge over them,
To shield and protect them from all harm.
Holy angels may be anywhere,
Silently guarding us night and day;
Celestial beings sent from God,
Overseeing finite creatures' way.
"For He shall give His angels charge over thee,
to keep thee in all thy ways." Psalm 91: 11
© Loyd C. Taylor
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Loyd...thank you for sharing it....Fi