Angels
God created angels. So numerous they are
they cannot be counted, just like those lovely stars
that hold us mortals spellbound nightly from afar.
Mentions of these beings are in the Word, throughout.
That angels are eternal, Scriptures leave no doubt.
They glorify their Maker with a joyous shout.
Ministering messengers, they will always be.
To plan their own agendas, angels are not free.
They do the Father's will--and always joyfully.
They go just where He sends them and return to Him.
They don't--as some believe--just flit about on whim.
Compared to God's bright splendor, the angels' is dim.
Mankind must never worship entities God made.
When we see or sense one near, let's not be afraid,
for then God's loving kindness is clearly displayed.
When we worship God, hosts of angels celebrate;
and all rejoice each time we choose to love, not hate.
God's ministers may lift us from a lowly state.
This poem is based on Scripture.
entered in Mystic Rose's Angels Contest on September 2, 2017
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