For Rowdy Christians Everywhere
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An Angel Sleeps Beside Me
An angel sleeps beside me every night.
She laughs as she dreams, and wakes with glad faith.
Her eyes still closed, she sings in the Spirit.
The day won’t break till it hears her bright voice.
Nor would she greet the day, without her prayers:
simple and true, innocent and childlike.
A saint of God takes my hand, leads my childlike
steps towards dawn, lest I stray in dark of night.
All along the way, assurance and prayers.
If I slip, I am held up by her faith.
If I fall back, I hear her lilting voice,
and see the light of her shining spirit.
A prophetess fills me with her spirit.
She commands the fear of God, and childlike
obedience. She raises her stern voice
against folly, condemns the works of night.
She demands that we live each day in faith,
constantly seeking God through fervent prayers.
An apostle lends her weight to my prayers.
She trains my mind to ponder God’s spirit,
insisting I become mature in faith,
that my doctrine should not remain childlike.
She stands near me in the stillness of night,
and waits while my heart listens for God’s voice.
A child of light inspires me with her voice.
Together we learn love, in and after prayers.
She whispers words of wonder in the night,
and says things more sacred with her spirit.
We cherish one another with childlike
love, reflecting the true love of our faith.
A martyr joins me in living out faith.
She will gladly lay down her life to voice
the truth of Christ. She questions men with childlike
persistence, then lifts them up in her prayers.
She would give her life to save one spirit,
and rush into darkness to war against night.
With her, I have childlike peace of spirit.
With her, I have faith that God hears our prayers.
With her, I raise one voice against the night.