The Shadow of Your Wing

No matter what kind of storm Lord
And whether winter or spring
You keep me Lord
In the shadow of your wing

If I'm climbing or falling
Whether I cry or I sing
You welcome me Lord
In the shadow of your wing

Even when the stones are falling
And given the pain that they bring
You shelter me Lord
In the shadow of your wing

Afraid of the dark I'm ever
Groping and reaching
You guide me Lord
To the shadow of your wing

My heart may be empty
Or aching or bleeding
But you know me Lord
And the power of your wing

Your love then engulfs me
As my pain begins ceasing
I lie there while healing
In the shadow of your wing

No enemy can find me
While you are protecting
And loving me Lord
In the shadow of your wing

Book by Sybil Fulk

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