Circle Of Angels

I sat in a circle of angels. A place I had not been before. I heard the sweet choir of Heaven, Sing praise to the Lord evermore. They glowed like the sun in the Heavens. A light with a warmth I adored. I felt like a babe in a cradle. Nestled in the arms of the Lord. Their wings were as white as a snowflake. Their eyes like the stars in the sky. They each one, in turn, spoke so gently; I blinked, as a tear filled my eye. They called me to faith and to glory. They spoke of the rains that I see. They stated the rain sent from Heaven, Were tears that they all shed for me. I looked to the throne through my teardrops. I blinked, for I barely could see. The Lord, sat so regal in glory; I slowly went down on my knee. An angel said, 'Rise up and greet Him '. One more, took my hand as I rose. I stood as a servant before Him, And wiped away tears from my nose. The Lord, then reached out and He touched me. Then, just as I looked in His eyes; I found I was back in my bedroom, Still wearing my mortal disguise. The wisdom of knowing the Savior Is more than I ever could tell. But greater by far than the wisdom Is knowing His love just as well. Tis there, in a circle of angels; The blessed, meet the Lord now and then. Returning to earth with a yearning; To bathe in His love, once again.