You stand silent through the night

at my bedside with vigilance,

watching, waiting just in case

tonight evil wants to rage.

 

If the shadows start to converge,

your swords you will un-sheath,

cutting down each taunting spirit

casting to hell all who dare try.

 

Still through these lightless hours

I sleep not hearing a single sound.

I thank you God for these guardian angels

you appointed to this exhausted child.

 

Without these warriors my dear Father

your child would surely die.

I will  pray each night as I lay down

and thank you for protecting my sleep.

 

I am sure that your protective servants

will be standing guard till the sun does rise.

For I am guarded all night through

by the Angels of the Night.

 

by Brenda

© 2006


Graphics by Mammabee

© 2006


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