When hope's candlelight may seem to flicker, speak bravely for your Band of Angels
Angels rally to faint whispers, pleading for mercy and protection. On every side their wings gently feather stale air that draws Heaven's grace to heal. Refreshed, all spheres are strengthened. For faith is the miraculous tonic that sustains through the storms, shaping lessons, enriching the soul. Darkness passes through me with a vulnerable embrace, anointed with the armor of love and gratitude. Come upon me, dear Angels, for rest and assurance that delivers me.