~*Under His Wings*~
So many times I've called to you
But you could not hear
So many times I've reached out and
Tried to pull you near.
So many times you could not see
As I've waited patiently
And your ears have not heard me
As I've whispered quietly
But you heard that still small voice
Guiding you today,
"Come to me my child", it said
I'll help you find your way
Beneath my wings is comfort
And joy beyond compare
You'll feel that peace, I promise,
In the love that you'll find here
When you are filled with sorrow
And your head bowed in grief
With outreached wings I'll gather you
And comfort you beneath.
You do not need to fear my child
As tragedies unfold
For beneath my wings is safety
And protection from the world.
By Shirley Winters
ŠNovember/2001
~*... how often would I have gathered thy children together,
even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings
and ye would not!(Matthew 23:37)
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~* The music you are listening to is
Bruce Deboer's "gentle"*~
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