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
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.