The Touch Of An Angel In Disguise. Poem by TripleA TripleA

No rustle of wings
No beam of light
No golden rings
No spirit in sight

Their legions sent extensively,
Watching over you intently,
Leading you through this maze,
Guarding you in all your ways.

Celestial servants from above,
Descend in times of peril,
Protecting God's children with love,
Fighting unseen battles against evil.

Interceding with voices resonant,
Nudging you to abide his ways
For they make with God, a covenant
Guidingyousafealways.

They move at the speed of light
May you never trod in fright
For imprinted on you lies,
The Touch of an Angel in Disguise.d