A wave of destruction, foretold a weeping world,
With teary eyes, and mourning hearts,
Angels descended on the pathway of life

With gentle hands ever open, to quickly soften,
The suffrage and balm of earthly pain

God readies to receive a heavy load of angels,
As he captures souls to greet the light

No soft hands reaching out, so filled with love
Brings perfect peace, to souls so many

He receives the many, giving wings,
To let souls march with quiet stars

In the hollow of his hands
Angels march majesty
Towards the heavens
Singing together unison