There are angels among us with imaginary wings
Their holiness is tied on with duct tape and strings
The words they may sing are littered with verses
That may sound quite a bit like unholy curses
Their divinity true if not a bit tarnished
Their brassy demeanor with scriptures varnished
You may not believe that they’re here to protect
Their offerings of prayer are effortless to reject
If your heart is opened to the blessings they give
You’ll never be without as long as you live.
Kind of what we were talking about the other day!
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24