Holy, Holy, Holy is
the Lord of Hosts, this is what they cried
I could not fathom
being in His presence not even if I tried
What presence fills
the angelic choir with worship and a song?
Who are these beings
who sing His praise all the day long?
Are they not the
Lord’s ministering spirits sent to refresh the saint?
They come to give us
the strength we need so that we will not faint
They are sent to help
us along the way lest we dash our foot against a stone
They are ever
watching over us the Lord sees to it we are never alone
They too like us are
all created beings,
Some of them have
many arms and eyes and all of them have wings
They have many roles
to play according to God’s Word
They come to fight a
battle and to proclaim the Lord
They were at the
garden’s entrance to protect it from mankind
They went to Lot to
see if a righteous man they could find
Two cherubim watch
over the Mercy Seat the only place for grace
The angels cannot
fathom this grace though they see him face to face
They came to the
shepherds to proclaim the Holy child’s birth
And peace and
goodwill through out the entire earth
They broke the
shackles off Peter and led him out of jail
They do not do these
things them selves, the Lord Jesus is who they hail
The Arc Angel waits
for the trumpets sound to snatch us from the world
To gather up the
saint of God we are not of this world
There is a day that
they will come to open up God’s seals
They are coming
quickly with God’s judgment to reveal
These creatures yes
are awesome yet they do not deserve our praise
Give your worship to
the King, The Holy One, the Ancient of Days
Worship the Creator
not the creature who is forever praised Amen!
They are our fellow
servants they are created beings
Though we see through
God’s word they do much, much more than sing
They love to serve
the God who reigns through all eternity
Holy, Holy, Holy is
the Lord God Almighty who was and is and is to come
I hear them at God’s Throne
For after all He is
the Lord our beloved Cornerstone
© 2003 Piper Green
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