Angels are what we become

We are all

Angels all

Sometimes disfigured

By the principalities

Sometimes laid low by powers 

Or by temptations we cannot resist 

Or by the fearful flow of evil tides

At times

Anon

Perchance 

Like children
Sleeping

Our faces clear
Wreathed in a glow of peace 

And we look more like angels

Angels
Yes

It's then that
Abba's presence
We confess

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