Of Whom the Angels SingA Poem by Melinda McQueenOf Whom the Angels Sing
Open the gates, Let the heart pour. Freely giving praise Unto the One adored.
Reciting the blessed birth Of the truest King In all the earth, Of whom the angels sing.
The heavens must have bowed Upon seeing the Christ child. What reverence given in a vow Of a baby, gentle and mild.
Did God’s very heart quake When in His Son, His own soul He was seeing? Beloved of the Father, who came to save, Of whom the angels sing.
Glorious, glorious is Christ Who left the throne to redeem. A people’s demise Sat upon His shoulders in His deed.
Pouring His love out, Heaven was emptied of its greatest being. Indeed, Christ came to love out loud! Of whom the angels sing.
Melinda McQueen Rodgers December 9, 2021 © 2021 Melinda McQueenReviews
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StatsAuthorMelinda McQueenTXAboutHello, I'm Melinda from Texas. I am a published author. I'm in a chair with Cerebral Palsy and writing is my outlet. I have found deep pleasure in writing poetry. Writing helps me express my emotion.. more..Writing
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