Friday, June 5, 2009

Under His Wings

Don't you just love it when you find yourself humming a song over and over, and finally realize that you are doing it and think about why is it sticking, and where did I hear this, etc.?
Well, tonight the one I found myself singing in the shower is this one:

Under His wings I am safely abiding;
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me;
He has redeemed me and I am His child.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.
Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blest.
Under His wings, O what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life's trials are o'er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me;
Resting in Jesus I'm safe evermore.
Which brings me to an account I read some years back that I clipped and kept where I reread it from time to time...
"An article in National Geografic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings. After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree.
Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had ushered her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge." (Psalm 91:4)"
Who from His love can sever?!
He says, "How often would I have gathered you under my wings, as a hen does her chicks, but you would not."
What have we got to lose? Independence? It's not all it's cracked up to be... (The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord. It is not within a man to direct his steps...)
Take cover under His wings and you will find it a place of refuge.

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