I see you all, my children
I hear your voices: raised
I understand your problems
Before you even realise
I know what you are thinking
I know your very thoughts
My angels are among you
Guarding you, my children
Making ready heavenly courts
Remember to pray unceasingly
Remember to offer up your words
For even as you speak them
Angels wing to cover thee
As they are bid by me your Lord
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