IN THEIR SHADOWS

Their seraph spread of ethereal feathers stretches from heaven to earth
no single spot, not a tiny spec of grain is beyond their reach
or will go ignored by their immortal constant and compassionate gaze.
In their shadows of their perfect plumes, all life dwells and is begotten of breath,
with silent loving vigil they stir the spirit and touch where others never see.

Though are hearts can stumble and fall into some deep chasm
its beat is not forgotten or neglected by their eternal watch care
For they can soar to anywhere that mortals laugh or weep
pass through any mountain and visit in our sleep.

They will ever penetrate a soul that trial as harden with disbelief
who may be lost in doubt, but still caressed by God's loving and forgiving wreath.