Kristine Cucinotta Murphy
We don’t worship angels in any way
But, they do come into play
They minister in our distress
They war before at night so we can rest
They surround us in protection
But, only by the blood of Jesus is salvation
There’s ranks in angels, to whom each must submit
Just like in the God, husband and wife covenant
Don’t you know we will judge the angels even
But, no, not one that shall be able to judge between his brethren
There’s so much God created that our eyes have yet to fully see
Praise and Honor to God be all the glory
I pray myriads and myriads of God’s holy warring angels before you
Myriads and myriads of holy ministering angels to you
Remember Gethsemane at the foot of the Mount of Olives, they visited Jesus too
And, myriads and myriads of holy protecting angels to surround
You in the day and night to sleep sweet and sound
MAY HEALING AND FORGIVENESS AND PEACE AND BLESSINGS OF THE FATHER BE UPON YOU ALL
Luke 22:39-44
And he came out, and went, as he was wont, to the mount of Olives; and his disciples also followed him.
40 And when he was at the place, he said unto them, Pray that ye enter not into temptation.
41 And he was withdrawn from them about a stone’s cast, and kneeled down, and prayed,
42 Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done.
43 And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him.
44 And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.
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