When All the Angels Came

Joy has slipped down into my heart;Easily it came, as tightened budsReceive a drop of rain. Unheard,As whiteness grows upon an empty tree,It moved, unknown to all except to me;It came without a soundOf breath, or beat of wing.No one around me heardThe angels entering.

When all the angels came.With neither step nor tread,I remembered, though no word was said,Ever on the morrowCome the white boughs of spring;No truth has ended, no love is dim,Always the beautiful rests in Him.Angels, tell the lonely, tell everyone,God's glory remains when all seems gone!

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