June 25, 2014

Let no man be unworthy of the angel that stands over him.

Through the long night watches may thine angels spread their white wings above me watching round my bed.

Whether I fly with angels, fall with dust, thy hands made both, and I am there: Thy power and love, my love and trust make one place everywhere.

If good angels were ready to receive my soul, could it be any grief to me, that I was dying upon a poor bed in a garret?

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us.

An angel is a pure mirror, most clear, receiving, if it is permissible to say so, the whole beauty of God.

Always in the darkness, watching over you, is your Heavenly Father. His angels are keeping watch, banishing all fears.

Our lives are albums written through with good or ill, with false or true; and as the blessed angels turn the pages of our years, God grant they read the good with smiles and blot the ill with tears.

Make a friend with an angel.

I myself believe in angels. I believe they are present among us today, guarding us, warning us, delivering us from danger just as surely now as they did in Bible times.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.

Could you spare some guardian angels, to give me peace of mind as my children wander from me, and stretch the ties that bind?