Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me, for in you my soul takes refuge; in the shadow of your wings I will take refuge, till the storms of destruction pass by. Psalm 57:1 ESV
Some days the hawk sits silently While the thunder crashes round And swallows swoop into the barn Where the chickens huddle down
Tall cranes stand in the rushes In her house the blue bird sleeps While the chickadees are twittering In the thickets dark and deep
But eagles fly up to their nests When they hear their children cry And shelter them under their wings While the rain is passing by
Then why should you and I do less Who know our place to fly Up to God our refuge strong While the storm is passing by
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