As they hover over me

They stand alert and ready

A shawl is spread in unfolded strength

Armor of battle held steady


I gather in all I am

For Satanís will is not to be

And underneath these angelís hands

I rest within Godís canopy


You see the shadow of these warriors

With the rush of a summer breeze

Always present not always seen

Hidden beneath the outstretched trees


Prayers to our Heavenly Father

Are carried by these battle worn

For Satan attacks constantly

But Godís canopy never torn


And as His canopy grows and grows

Like the shadow cast from the Son

The mighty angels do their duty

Knowing the war was already won



Godís Canopy by Ronhales                                                                                                                                          Psalm 91:11

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