Under His Wings
By Myrtle Poor (c)
For many years I walked the halls
Of trouble, strife and doubt.
I did not know which way to go
Whither to go in or out.
It was, oh so hard to bare
The heartache and the pain
As day by day I climb the stairs,
I could reach no earthly gain.
I went two steps up and three steps back
Reaching for success.
Then I stopped and looked inside of me,
And there I found my life a mess.
I cried out to God to help me please
And walked into his arms
There I found His lovely, saving grace,
As he shielded me from harm.
As I set there so close to Him
My heart begin to sing,
I knew then the place I'd walk into
Was the shelter of his wings.
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