I have been asked of how it may feel to be an Angel, As I have been created from the soil I do not know, But verily, I do believe it must be a life without woe
Praying would be amongst the greatest things With innocence and all its blessings Praising, chanting in delight, not disobeying Only the Lord's pleasure they are displaying
They do not know of such as envy They do not know of such as spite They are happy, praising him with all his might
Cherishing each word which has been said (By God) They would happily face death without being afraid, As long as God is pleased with them,
Righteous, brilliant and with multiple wings They don't need rest, they serve the king of the kings! Without having made one single sin, Shining from being made from light, deep within
Oh how much I wish I could be amongst those...
Take a look at the angels who carry the throne Not moving an inch, not speaking a tone, Yet they are proud, yet they wear a smile Why ? Because it isn't their style, to be displeased with his decree