Where Walk the Angels

Where walk the angels
Dare not I
Approach in human form;
Fallen flesh
And prideful heart,
I’d quick be overcome.

Where tread the angels,
There go I
When clothed in
Lamb’s spilt blood;
Bowed low in heart,
Quick lifted up
In Father’s arms,
Reborn.

Where angels tread,
My heart is led
Before the throne of grace;
The hope of man
In mighty hands,
Found in holy place.