“The wings of Heaven float upon a breeze.
The wings of Heaven very rarely sneeze.
The wings of Heaven give a loving squeeze.
The wings of Heaven never seem to wheeze.
The wings of Heaven like the scent of cheese.
The wings of Heaven are remembered in a frieze.
The wings of Heaven are masters of their flight.
The wings of Heaven can dive,
can hover,
can twirl,
can twist,
can soar,
can glide,
can loop.
The wings of Heaven can fly with wings that touch,
that flex,
that curve.
The wings of Heaven surpass the wings of earth.
The wings of Heaven do not compare with the wings of man.
The wings of Heaven are alive.
The wings of Heaven are coloured according to their role.
The wings of Heaven are gentle in their touch,
are fearsome in their approach,
are awesome in their bands.
The wings of Heaven gather for their pleasure.
The wings of Heaven have widespread scope to operate.
The wings of Heaven can draw near in silence.
The wings of Heaven can whip up a storm of dust.
The wings of Heaven can be made visible to man.
The wings of Heaven can cloak their wings when needed.
The wings of Heaven can match their age upon appearance.
The wings of Heaven protect,
defend,
uplift.
The wings of Heaven are agents of The Spirit.
The wings of Heaven love to change their colours,
love to change their wing shape,
love to change their roles.
The wings of Heaven can escalate their speed.
The wings of Heaven can escalate their vibrations.
The wings of Heaven can escalate the life-beats of their wings.
The wings of Heaven have mastery of the mediums in which they fly.
The wings of Heaven do not need air to fly.
The wings of Heaven do not tire.
The wings of Heaven can look like fire.
The wings of Heaven sound as a lyre.
The wings of Heaven are great in number,
attend the thrones,
disseminate as instructed.
The wings of Heaven bring glory when folded,
bring honour when in part extended,
bring unity when quivering.
The wings of Heaven are submissive when trailed,
are attentive when drooped,
are loving when enfolding.
The wings of Heaven worship with full extension upwards.
The wings of Heaven praise with full extension outwards.
The wings of Heaven rest in white.
The wings of Heaven are the masterstrokes of God.
The wings of Heaven are the master-strikes of God.
The wings of Heaven are the masterminds of peace.
The wings of Heaven can be damaged upon landing.
The wings of Heaven always land with great caution.
The wings of Heaven are repaired with great care.
The damagers of the wings of Heaven never regret their action,
crow at their success,
keep the score with smirks.
The keepers of the score lie about their failures,
do not count their damage,
never speak of territory that is lost.
Only the keepers of the score,
with the damagers of the wings of Heaven,
believe what they have recorded,
what has been spread abroad,
what part-victories won.
The wings of Heaven know the scent of victory,
know the battle plan,
know the surety of the final victory.
The wings of Heaven are prepared to concede territory that is not reinforced,
that is not critical,
that has no lingering support,
will cause no lasting damage.
The keepers of the score,
can themselves be damaged by the Word,
can be bruised by the shield,
shy from the belt,
try to dent the helmet,
try to trip the shod feet,
flinch from the spoken rhema,
flee from a strong attack.
take a long time to recover,
dread a fresh encounter,
find it difficult to retain unity in the face of such defiance.
would rather launch a probe elsewhere and not count the loss,
would rather launch attacks and lie about the outcome,
would rather not finish what they have started,
would rather not believe the outcome of the war.”
“The wings of Heaven float upon a breeze.
The wings of Heaven very rarely sneeze.
The wings of Heaven give a loving squeeze.
The wings of Heaven never seem to wheeze.
The wings of Heaven like the scent of cheese.
The wings of Heaven are remembered in a frieze.
The wings of Heaven are masters of their flight.
The wings of Heaven can dive,
can hover,
can twirl,
can twist,
can soar,
can glide,
can loop.
The wings of Heaven can fly with wings that touch,
that flex,
that curve.
The wings of Heaven surpass the wings of earth.
The wings of Heaven do not compare with the wings of man.
The wings of Heaven are alive.
The wings of Heaven are coloured according to their role.
The wings of Heaven are gentle in their touch,
are fearsome in their approach,
are awesome in their bands.
The wings of Heaven gather for their pleasure.
The wings of Heaven have widespread scope to operate.
The wings of Heaven can draw near in silence.
The wings of Heaven can whip up a storm of dust.
The wings of Heaven can be made visible to man.
The wings of Heaven can cloak their wings when needed.
The wings of Heaven can match their age upon appearance.
The wings of Heaven protect,
defend,
uplift.
The wings of Heaven are agents of The Spirit.
The wings of Heaven love to change their colours,
love to change their wing shape,
love to change their roles.
The wings of Heaven can escalate their speed.
The wings of Heaven can escalate their vibrations.
The wings of Heaven can escalate the life-beats of their wings.
The wings of Heaven have mastery of the mediums in which they fly.
The wings of Heaven do not need air to fly.
The wings of Heaven do not tire.
The wings of Heaven can look like fire.
The wings of Heaven sound as a lyre.
The wings of Heaven are great in number,
attend the thrones,
disseminate as instructed.
The wings of Heaven bring glory when folded,
bring honour when in part extended,
bring unity when quivering.
The wings of Heaven are submissive when trailed,
are attentive when drooped,
are loving when enfolding.
The wings of Heaven worship with full extension upwards.
The wings of Heaven praise with full extension outwards.
The wings of Heaven rest in white.
The wings of Heaven are the masterstrokes of God.
The wings of Heaven are the master-strikes of God.
The wings of Heaven are the masterminds of peace.
The wings of Heaven can be damaged upon landing.
The wings of Heaven always land with great caution.
The wings of Heaven are repaired with great care.
The damagers of the wings of Heaven never regret their action,
crow at their success,
keep the score with smirks.
The keepers of the score lie about their failures,
do not count their damage,
never speak of territory that is lost.
Only the keepers of the score,
with the damagers of the wings of Heaven,
believe what they have recorded,
what has been spread abroad,
what part-victories won.
The wings of Heaven know the scent of victory,
know the battle plan,
know the surety of the final victory.
The wings of Heaven are prepared to concede territory that is not reinforced,
that is not critical,
that has no lingering support,
will cause no lasting damage.
The keepers of the score,
with the damagers of the wings of Heaven,
can themselves be damaged by the Word,
can be bruised by the shield,
shy from the belt,
try to dent the helmet,
try to trip the shod feet,
flinch from the spoken rhema,
flee from a strong attack.
The keepers of the score,
with the damagers of the wings of Heaven,
take a long time to recover,
dread a fresh encounter,
find it difficult to retain unity in the face of such defiance.
The keepers of the score,
with the damagers of the wings of Heaven,
would rather launch a probe elsewhere and not count the loss,
would rather launch attacks and lie about the outcome,
would rather not finish what they have started,
would rather not believe the outcome of the war.”