They tell you when your wrong
Or when something doesn't feel right.
You don't hear them in your head
And they're always out of site
They sit higher than your conscience
but right below your common sense.
They are ever exsistent
In your future, past and present tense.
They're immortal to a human
But mere servants to the Lord.
They watch over you at night
with a prayer and flaming sword.
You'll never see them this lifetime
And yet they're always here
To do God's every will
And wipe away your every tear