The Faux Pas Press #143
No Time For Angels
by Chambo Fresh
Some may say there is no time, no time for angels these days
The answers rest in man's great wisdom, the clarity through haze
I feel the answers always sit in unexpected realms
Where Captain, King, and Finisher lays hands upon the helm
Unwilling servants will not aid the Grander Scheme of Skies
The angels serve unquestioning the Master's worthy cries
And so to help the lowly fool as he finds himself to hang
The Captain yells for ransoming, they answer with a bang
It was my growth he always sought, not sorrow, doom, and gloom
The angels felt this all along and so they make some room
And even Chambo in his ways can make it through fog
And bend his knees from time to time, forgo the highest hog
And in the darkness, crossing lands no Westerner will know
The angels beacon glowingly so Knights know where to go
There is one greater than us all and stronger than my might
who always answers willingly as I wonder through the night.
The time for angels is right now and this will always be
who come and aid my weakest hour, who come to ransom me
And if I soon have lost my way, no clarity in haze
I'll say, "There's time for angels, there is time for angels these days"
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