They deem Thee Babe with wings
A fiction born of clay
Yet angels trace celestial things
In light's immortal sway
The battle feigned a shadowed ruse
No sword of fire in wrath
For mercy wears no armor's use
Nor treads the lower path
Seraphim in silence bow
To Metatron's unseen reign
While cherubs bear the secret now
To Raziel on light's plain
Each prince a throne or virtue's claim
In service to the hand
Their lamps through Akashic veils the same
Illuminate the land
Lucifer the light's relinquished star
Condemned to tempt yet love's true plan
His agony the soul's avatar
To test the strength of mortal man
No anger stirs their stainless breast
Nor rules their grace confine
For love is both their quest and rest
And sorrow only ours by design
To glimpse their radiance pale as dawn
We must in love array
For service weaves the robe put on
By angel hierarchy