"Look at the birds of the air; they neither sow seed, nor reap
the harvest, nor gather the crops into barns, and yet, your
heavenly Father keeps feeding them. Are you not worth
much more than they?"
(Matthew 6:26)
Image courtesy/Divine Gifts And Decor
Covered with feathers of mercy,
Covered with feathers of love,
Covered from all that might harm me,
Safe till God calls me above.
Under His wings I am trusting,
Under His wings do I hide;
Safe in this beautiful shadow
Let me forever abide.
Here is my refuge and covert,
Under the winds of my God;
Here am I peacefully resting,
Trusting His love and His rod.
Under the wings of His healing,
Under the wings of His might,
Keep me forever, dear Savior,
Sheltered by day and by night.
Annie Winthrow
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