Friday Feature ~ Angels*

Angels Unaware
by Michael W. Smith and Wayne Kirkpatrick

Maybe there’s a light in my soul
Maybe it flickers like a neon sign
outside an abandoned hotel

Maybe there are things you just can’t know
But can you say there are no mysteries
in the house you choose to dwell

Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware


Maybe there’s a place where we will fly
But some say God is dead like Nietzsche said
 and faith has made me a fool

But maybe there is more than meets the eye
Who’s that stranger there beside you?
 don’t be smug and don’t be cruel

Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware

Battles of the heart and of the mind
We stay caught in mental purgatory
 ’til our existence can be defined

Meanwhile on the shores of parallel
There may be a holy conference held somewhere
discussing all mankind

Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
I say maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Angels unaware...

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*This post began shortly before a completely unexpected miracle showed up on my doorstep. Angels unaware indeed.
I started with just the photographs ~ and thoughts and musings about angels.
I finished with a radically different perspective ~ and chose this song to accompany my profound awe and gratitude.