Christian
Oh looming angel how you scold me, forcing me to grow by day, Honoured touch your lashes hurt me still there is no other way, Stubbornly I try to protest as you raise the sword in hand, sent by him who knows me better, holds my life upon his hand, Screeching on the ground with loathing like a demon lost in hell. Blessed lash you cleanse each moment for my soul you will not sell Your wings I hear them crash above me brilliant white like clouds in sky Legs like steel and eyes so fiery I have no choice to do or die. Blessed being soar above me rain down truth to wash me clean. Purer brighter understanding From the worlds of all unseen