God's Angel

Bound amidst the raging fires of hateKindled by the tyrant's angry hand.Stood three boys, alone yet unafraid,Knowing man in God's own image made,Firm against the king's unjust command.

No graven idol would they call their God,Truth's "still small voice" more strong than error's roar.They knew God's presence with them ever dwelled,And suddenly one looking on beheldWithin the flames there stood not three, but four!

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