She Talks To Angels
by the Black Crowes
After you meet her family
She paints her eyes as black as night now
Pulls those shades down tight
Yeah, she gives a smile when the pain comes
The pain gonna make everything alright
Refrain:
She says she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
Oh, yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name...
She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket
She wears a cross around her neck
Yes, the hair is from a little boy
And the cross is from someone
she has not met
Not yet
Says she talks to angels
Says they all know her name
Oh yeah, she talks to angels
Says they call her out by her name
She don't know no love
None that I ever seen
And to her that ain't nothin'
But to me,it means
Means everything
...Don't you know that they
Call her out by her name?
Today in certain circles there is a fascination with angels, and honestly I don't get it. While in the Torah angels are mentioned frequently and easily, they are traditionally messengers of either divine or human, terrestrial origins. In the Christian scriptures, they perform pretty much the same function. In other words, they are G-d's messengers. Now if you're going to get into a thing with these little messengers, it seems to me that there must be the development of a whole lot of faith.
Faith, plain and simple, it needs to be. Frankly who else but a faithful person would take heed of a little voice stirring in the ear, in the heart, tugging ever so much that something be done, that something would occur? Many of us would say, "Outta here! Get out whatever you are, and what ever you got to say...!" Without faith, why pay attention to the little messengers at all?
The Bible tells us they are G-d's persistent assistants; their activity continues, unceasing. But never do they force themselves. If your ears are closed, so be it. Closed it is; they move on. There are lots of other messages to deliver. It seems according to tradition, that for those who are listening, an angel's presence lasts little longer than the time it takes to deliver their message, be it seconds, days, or years, and then they are gone.
Psalm 8:5-7 speaks to us a bit more about them in the day to day existence of men:
"What is man, that you are mindful of him? Or the son of man, that you visit him? You have made him a little less than the angels, you have crowned him with glory and honor. And you have set him over the works of your hands."
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