July 28–August 3 ❘ O That I Were an Angel

Jul 28

O That I Were an Angel

Of all the gleaming keys on God’s ring,
I’d choose the one that frees angels
from behind the door where I daily knock,

not to do as Alma wished,
to blare like brass and shake
all earth as he was shaken,

but to glide silently by
and bear up the broken,
rebuild them from inside out

where now I cannot reach.
If there were some law I could obey
whose predicated blessing

would bind the Lord and His hosts
to my direction, legions would surround
and brace loved ones with scaffolds

of strength they seek yet lack.
Perhaps I sin in my wish,
for the Lord remains boundless.
I remain outside His door knocking.

July 21–27 ❘ Prayer Always