The Cry Of The Angels

The angels up above

Gather and silently wait,

Solemn and watchful

Their hearts so full of ache.

Among the rising clouds

Angry and deep,

The angels as one

Softly begin to weep.

What does it take

To make an angel cry,

To make a tear gather

In the corner of her eye?

To bear without end

Through the eons of time,

Watching man against man

Without reason or rhyme.

The cry of the angels,

Echoes among heaven’s walls,

Down its golden streets

Along its silvery halls.

The cry of the angels

Such a haunting sound,

Reaches to the mountain peaks

Echoing all around.

The celestial winds

Rising so high,

Swiftly they carry

The angel’s cries.

God’s heart is full of ache,

As he finally decides man’s fate,

With a long regretful sigh,

He quietly bids man goodbye.

The cry of the angels

Gone from heaven’s walls,

Only silence will there be

Throughout God’s eternity.