Your ministers of fire, Lord,
who travel on the wind;
are busy heeding all Your words,
to bring the harvest in.
Innumerable angels fly,
as You proclaim Your word;
bringing help and comfort to,
the saints whose prayers You’ve heard.
Yes, words of knowledge, visions too,
delivered straight to us;
Your messengers, Your mighty ones,
with words that we can trust.
You send them, Lord, to fight for us,
to lift us in their hands;
transporting us while we’re asleep,
To near and distant lands!
The ministry of angels is,
a vast array of tasks;
ascending and descending with,
whatever Jesus asks.
They heed the spoken word of God,
directly or through us;
to each and every saint assigned,
the devil’s plans to crush!
If we would hear the voice of God,
give voice to what we’ve heard;
angelic helpers rush to aid,
the ones who stoop to serve.
Our intercession opens doors,
for those who have been bound;
authority released through us,
so what was lost is found!
We can’t control these mighty ones,
but we can fuel their fire;
with hearts that burn and love the Lord,
We’ll see His will transpire.
Malcolm Cotton March 2021 used by kind permission.