Psalm 36: 7

The wind is rough, it’s in my face

And I can hardly stand.

I reach for you and you are there,

But you don’t take my hand.

Instead you let the rising winds

Whip me until they bring

Us close enough that you can keep

Me tucked beneath your wing.

Psalm 36

7 How priceless is your unfailing love, O God!
   People take refuge in the shadow of your wings.