“Beneath My Wings” by David Taylor
Shelter … By Sandra Molen She left the nest and she soared. But soon she flew too close to the sun and found herself aflame. Hurt, free falling and alone. Ever searching for something beyond her reach. Where to go, what to do, who to trust? Not knowing. The end is near. Lost. Tired of searching, finding no hope, no help. Despair. Falling through the darkness. Entering the end. Falling, falling into … the place she once called home. Home was there. Always there. Waiting to catch her, just in case. Back under the comforting wings of home. Relief. Safety. Respite. Sheltered beneath the wings. He will cover you with feathers; you will find SHELTER beneath his wings. ~ Psalm 91:4
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