My Father and His Angels

Off fast with the gun with energy to run

Barely noticing the toils or the snares

But thinking the world is flat don’t make it a matter of fact

And sometimes you’re gonna have to take the stairs

It’s when your climb is over, there’s a better place

I’ll meet you at the end of the line

Tell the doubters and your demons that you won your race

I’ll tell My Father and His angels that you’re mine

If there’s leaves on the limb – all glory goes to Him

What are branches, unattached, but kindling?

You can stretch out on your own, but when you’re good and grown

You’ll find your reach is short and dwindling

The harvesters from heaven get to sort each shoot

Be sure to share the roots from the vine

Tell the enemy who sowed the weeds you bore much fruit

I’ll tell My Father and His angels that you’re mine

If there’s wind in your sail the doldrums can’t prevail

Not the devil nor the deep blue sea

With your anchor holding fast, you can sit atop the mast

With a view into eternity

There’s a pirate who would kill and steal and test man’s will

That’s why a ship making its port becomes the sign

Tell the reaper and a sea of thieves you’re willing still

I’ll tell My Father and His angels that you’re mine