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The stewards of the unseen - song about the Seraphic Angels

Verse 1 They move where we cannot see, Between the thought and breath, Along the fragile edge of choice Between the life and death. No sound betrays their nearness, No shadow marks their flight, Yet something steadies in the heart When they are near at night. Pre-Chorus Not sent to rule our story, Nor steal the will we own, They walk the narrow margins Where we are left alone. Chorus They are the hands that do not claim, The voices without name, The keepers of the long design That mercy chose to frame. They serve where freedom trembles most, Where courage barely starts, They move where we cannot see But never leave our hearts. Verse 2 They guard the fragile crossings, The moments we decide, When fear suggests the smaller path And love stands open wide. They do not choose the answer, They do not tilt the scale, They hold the space for clarity When human strength may fail. Pre-Chorus 2 Between the past and possible, Between the scar and dream, They wait with infinite patience In places in between. Chorus (Variation) They are the fire that does not burn, The order felt as calm, The quiet pressure toward the good That never feels like harm. No halo drawn, no banner raised, No debt we must repay, They move where we cannot see And help us find the way. Bridge (Cosmic Ministry) They carry messages of meaning Too subtle to be said, They work through chance and circumstance And patterns overhead. From birth to death, from fall to rise, From loss to unseen gain, They trace the long arcs of the soul Through joy and through the pain. Verse 3 Some stand with children dreaming, Some walk with those who grieve, Some steady minds in crowded streets That barely still believe. Some guide the slow unfolding Of cultures learning peace, Some stay with dying moments So fear can gently cease. Pre-Chorus 3 They do not tire of serving, They do not ask for praise, Their joy is in alignment With the Father’s ways. Chorus (Build) They are the guardians of time, The stewards of the unseen, They hold the broken pieces close Until they can be clean. No glory claimed, no story told, No trumpet, wing, or art, They move where we cannot see But labor for the heart. Bridge 2 (Ecstatic Stillness) I felt them once as lifted calm, You felt them as a stay, He sensed a hand that wasn’t there Turn fear a softer way. They did not shout or intervene, They did not take control, They simply held the space of trust So truth could reach the soul. Final Chorus (Hymn / Awe) They are the mercy woven deep In how the universe breathes, The careful love that never breaks The trust that freedom needs. Until the day our eyes can see What faith has always known, They move where we cannot see And walk us gently home. Outro (Sung, soft and luminous) No wings of gold, No burning sword, Just perfect service To the Word. Unseen, Unclaimed, Yet always near— They keep the path While we walk here.