Was it ten thousand angels That stood to block the sun, While our Lord Jesus died As God's own beloved Son. Was it heaven's angelic host That screened the Father's face, While Jesus took the blame Bearing our disgrace. Was it their silver tears Rained softly in the dark, While our sin crushed the lamb of God Breaking the Father's heart. Was this the twelve legions of angels Jesus would not call, To save Him from the chosen pain The piercing of our thorn. Did they beat their mighty wings To shake death's hardened core, As God split the temple curtain So we'd know His love forever more. Is it these ten thousand thousand angels Who now worship at the throne, Rejoicing as the risen Lord Brings all His precious children home. Soft Whispers to you from Derry's Heart Poems © 2005 used with permission heartwhispers@iinet.net.au Jesus said..Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and He will at once put at My disposal more than twelve legions of angels But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way Matthew 26:53, 54 Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. Revelation 5:11