Angel
Prayer O. Kris Widmer
Oh God, I believe this promise…
“He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in
all your ways.” [1]
But which angels?
Sure, deliver us from the strong, evil angels. Absolutely.
But also deliver us from all heavenly weaklings.
Remove all namby-pamby wisps,
those incapable of fantastic feats.
I want the angels
that have been working out!
I want no cloud-shrouded diapered infants,
aiming mini bow and arrows.
I want none with folded hands
drifting in somber solitude;
harping on strings,
puckered lips on trumpes,
those ready to…read some scroll.
Please, deliver me from candle carriers!
Please!
I want the angels that excel in strength.[2]
I want the angels with black belts.
The ones that won medals in heavenly fencing.
(Bronze is fine with me!)
I want the healed veterans of that heavenly war,
the ones with purple hearts and itchy trigger fingers.
I want the ones promoted based on the number
of knicks on their scabbards and kills to their credit.
Send me these - the sacred snipers.
I want the angels that are armed and dangerous.
Sure…they can also be glorious in radiant robes.
But they must also have just a bit of…attitude.
“Alright! That’s
It. I’ve had enough! I’m coming down there.
Divine directive from a distress call!
You’ve been harassing my human long enough.
I’m not going to take any more!”
Yes. Send the angels. Send MORE angels! …but send the strongest ones You’ve
got! - Amen
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