An Angel Made Flesh

i've woken from a dream, confused,
by weariness and pain-
for in my dream is heaven and
here i feel so tame.

where lion lays with lamb
and my wings stretch on my back
I once was found and now I'm lost
with sentience I now lack.

What curse of Adam and of Eve
do i now rest my head?
Am I a mortal and cast out?
Have I somehow made this bed?

Dear father, protect me, cleanse this sin
so i may stand at your side again.
Give me now my transcendent grace
so i may shout, "holy holy holy" to see your face.

Am i here to help them, o lord, my god?
am i now a prophet to sing your praise?
yes, I shall send you souls, o lord,
oh i will beat this haze.

They do not know me as Gabriel
they call me mothers child
and all of a sudden i hear Azazel
who reminds me i am wild.

"The wings he tore right off your back
so as a human you could preach
but there's no power as a mortal, son,"
said Satan with his reach.

"I was given free will, demon,
so get thee behind me for I still serve him,
I am here to heal his lost
and die if it pleases them.

I know thee, Satan, and have fought your horde,
for you non-brother fought against his word
but I will not be damned so quick
because without wings i am still your elder, slick.

I dream of heaven, so I'm never far
and hell's where you came from
and hell's where you are
but i will carry his children from you
to win this war and that's the truth.

for I am the messenger and you the slave
I'll last forever as you stand in your grave.