The Saviour’s Love is all embracing,
Give our thoughts to Him above,
His Angels come to lift us higher,
To the Throne of Grace and Love
Gently resting on those feathers,
In the warmth of their embrace,
Rising up our minds from shadows,
To a place of ever Faith.
Like a swan who treads the river,
With her babes not far behind,
A group of Angels soaring upwards,
To raise the thoughts of all mankind.
Yet still within the bliss we protest,
Mistaking pain for downward flight,
Still each thorn it sends us soaring,
Like a child with upward kite
O blessed Angels pointing skyward
Are Life’s tests which come from thee,
Taking us forever higher,
Rising upward by decree.
Without the pain we cannot reach him,
However long? We cannot say,
Long slender fingers promise heaven,
But first our sins must die away.
White robed figures swirl around us,
E’er mistaken for a curse
Rising upward nearing Heaven,
Always better never worse.
When you feel that Life is scourging
Rejoice an Angel does draw near,
Surrender to the journey upwards,
Old beliefs will die with tears.