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
Me 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.
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