Islamic
Wings of an Angel Angels wings are all embracing, With the thoughts of him above, Holy arms they lift us higher, To the Throne of Grace and Love. Gently resting on those feathers, In the warmth of their embrace, Rising up our minds from shadows, To a place of ever Faith. Like a swan who treads the river, With her babes not far behind, A group of Angels soaring upwards, To raise the thoughts of all mankind. Yet still within the bliss we protest, Mistaking pain for downward flight, Still each thorn it sends us soaring, Like a child with upward kite O blessed Angels pointing skyward, Are Life's tests which rest with me, Taking me forever higher, Rising upward by decree. Without the pain we cannot reach him, However long? We cannot say, Long slender fingers promise heaven, But first the sins must die away. White robed figures swirl around me, Angels Blessings? Allahs curse? Rising upward nearing Heaven, Always better never worse. When you feel that Life is scourging Rejoice an Angel does draw near, Surrender to the journey upwards, Old beliefs will die with tears.