ANGELS IN BROWN

Subtle and enchanting,
    Resplendent and serene-
      their voices echo,like nightingales lingering

amidst the humming breeze,
   trees - stupefied,
      in silence, whispering, "Peace!"

Unbound,enticing confession,
   eyes-closed in worship,
      heads-bowed, in reparation

with mystical hoods covering
   holy faces gleaming,
      songs of maranatha transcending

Beneath the pale moonlight,
   when lips speaks, hearts confide,
       as the fire burned low,angels in brown indite . . .

           "Blessed Be The Name Of Yahweh,
             Praise Him For Eternity"

By: Elena Maria M. Parcon copyright 2007
Date Written: January 14, 2007
Date Revised: July 7, 2007



Holy, Holy, Holy – Hillsongs United Music Code



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