Oh, the richness of God's covering
And His wondrous angels hovering...
In His matchless love profound
His mercy and His grace abound.
To find oneself beneath His wing
Is cause to make one want to sing,
Knowing He will ne'er let go
But faithfully His strength bestow.
His steady hand is ever there
To guide our way and burdens bear.
He becomes our guiding light
In gentle watchcare day and night.
To linger in His presence sweet
Is to find a joy replete,
A touch of heaven come to earth.
How rare this gift of priceless worth!
"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust..."
Psalm 91:4 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf