Angelic Trumpets boast of Your worth.
Pure and lovely
They boldly stand tall
Divine Spirit Messengers
Patiently wait for Your call
With faces cast upwards
Like a cup to be filled
They look to the Heaven's
to deliver Your will.
You whisper your words
and gladly they hear.
Then boldly they shout
"My child draw near!"
"Most High has sent me
and asked me to claim,
Your suffering is over.
Let go of the pain."
"He allowed it to sting you.
To prick at your heart.
He asked it to cover you,
and show you the dark."
"Now come from the darkness.
I've a message from above.
He offers His comfort.
Wants to show you His love."
"Open your heart
Listen not with your ear.
The earth will bring music
to all who will hear."
