Circle Of Angels - Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
I sat in a circle of angels.
A place I had not been before.
I heard the sweet choir of Heaven,
Sing praise to the Lord evermore.
They glowed like the sun in the Heavens.
A light with a warmth I adored.
I felt like a babe in a cradle.
Nestled in the arms of the Lord.
Their wings were as white as a snowflake.
Their eyes like the stars in the sky.
They each one, in turn, spoke so gently;
I blinked, as a tear filled my eye.
They called me to faith and to glory.
They spoke of the rains that I see.
They stated the rain sent from Heaven,
Were tears that they all shed for me.
I looked to the throne through my teardrops.
I blinked, for I barely could see.
The Lord, sat so regal in glory;
I slowly went down on my knee.
An angel said, 'Rise up and greet Him '.
One more, took my hand as I rose.
I stood as a servant before Him,
And wiped away tears from my nose.
The Lord, then reached out and He touched me.
Then, just as I looked in His eyes;
I found I was back in my bedroom,
Still wearing my mortal disguise.
The wisdom of knowing the Savior
Is more than I ever could tell.
But greater by far than the wisdom
Is knowing His love just as well.
Tis there, in a circle of angels;
The blessed, meet the Lord now and then.
Returning to earth with a yearning;
To bathe in His love, once again.
Comments about Circle Of Angels by GREENWOLFE 1962
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- TelevisionRoald Dahl