Under His Wings

Psalm 17:14 “Hide me under the covert of Thy wing.”

Oh wind tossed child, bedraggled, weak and weary,
     Who walks in stubbornness a self-willed path,
You cannot meet the tempest that is brewing
    Or labour through its dreaded aftermath.

Why did you leave the shelter of My presence?
    Why did you scuttle from my sheltering wing?
Will you alone face enemy and danger,
    Or will My call you to my presence bring?

”Under My wings,” though dark the rending heavens;
    ”Under My wings,” though foes would peck and kill;
”Under my wings,” the only place of safety.
    ”Under my wings —“ it is the Saviour’s will.

~Jenny Daniel