I have been in a raging war

I have been wounded

Critical, but not fatal.

The spear has grazed my wings

But clipped they are not.

I will rise up to fly again—

Watch my strength unfold

Like the wings of a falcon

From the treetops.

Feel the awe of strength

As I glide into flight.

From an advantage will I observe

The battle warring down below.

Every day souls will be lost

But some will be found

For these—it will not have been in vain,

For one soul pulled out of the rubbish

Is like a soul of gold.

It will be offered the ultimate salvation

In exchange for the ultimate sacrifice.

Let the heavens rejoice

With resounding noise

For the one that is to be saved.

I will draw the Saber of Truth

To dispel all the lies.

On one side of the gleaming blade

There is Love

To flatten all the hate and hurt inside

So that hearts can feel the nearness of angels

On the other, there is Hope

To flatten all the fears and anger inside

So that souls will desire the nearness of God. 

I have been in a raging war

I have been wounded

Critical, but not fatal.

My wings will I unfold,

My saber will I draw,

My flight will I soar

Until I stand by your side

Signed,

          The Archangel

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