"Um, Lord, About Your Angels....."

Don't want no wimpy angel,
no sissy in a flimsy gown;
don't give me one with fluffy feathers
or one who's lying down.

Don't want one holding a candle
or flitting through the sky,
Nor hanging out in the kitchen
watching me bake a pie.

No, I'd like one with muscles,
lean and hard and primed;
a real he-man angel
who's on  duty all the time.

Don't mean to be particular,
but a Bible-angel's my kind;
a genuine, super-hero angel
is the one who comes to mind.

I get into more trouble,
than many folks, you see;
and I don't think a fancy angel
is the one to rescue me.

 I'd settle for a Gabriel,
or Michael, the warrior strong,
but if they're not available,
send any brave angel along.

I want an old-fashioned angel
to guard me every day;
no sissy, Lord, that's all I ask;
I know you'll see it my way.

"The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him,
and he delivers them."   Psalm 34, verse 7

Now Hear This  (Daniel):  "I looked up and there before me was a man dressed in linen, with a belt of the finest gold around his waist.  His body was like chrysolite, his face like lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and his voice like the sound of a multitude."
                   (Daniel ch. 10, verses 5 and 6)