The Day the Angels Cried
By Michelle Holt
One day the Angels cried,
For heartless souls, for sin and lies.
One day man did weep,
Their hearts unwound,
Their lives so cheap;
I heard not laughter in the sky,
I heard the sounds of Angels cry.
Woe, woe the heavenly sound struck dear earth
It touched the ground!
Very few had heard this cry,
Their anguish buried deep inside;
They tried to reach the souls of lost-
But there was no answer,
Just holocaust.
I saw a band of Angels
Weeping from each side.
I saw a wind in front of me,
I saw all they who died
The souls of men and women in refute to see the light,
There wasn’t any glory the day the Angels cried.
A light did shine from heaven
Yet few did reap the sign,
All they who knew its meaning left in nick of time.
The day the Angels cried,
I heard their weeping woes;
I heard above the echoes,
Heaven’s gate was closed.
No more shall they torment the many hearts he gained.
No where shall they shelter when evil is unchained!
The stars will scatter in the sky, the rumbling seas no more.
The bitter fruit now rotten; its stench to solid core.
The Angels cries then ceased at last rejoiceth in his name.
God’s people had been taken fast
The rest all laid in shame