Under His Pinions (psalm 68:13)

March 16, 2016

(by Clare du Bois)

When I ventured through the dark wood

I lost my way among the thorns

Deafness whispered, "Follow me..

Surely there's fruit with these thorns."

And so the darkness enfolded me

Quenching flames that had dimmed.

'Till you quickened my darkened soul

Stirring faint embers within

(Chorus)

Born on wings sheathed in silver

In feathers of shining gold.

Under Your pinions I'm lifted

Tenderly carried Home.

Morning comes the dark wood beckons

Restless heart, so frail my soul.

Draw me close in Your loving kindness

'Till our hearts beat as One.

As we soar aloft the heights

Snowcapped mist beneath our feet.

Chiseled crags greeting the sunlight

I rest in the cleft of Your Love.

Chorus

Cries echo forth from the valley

Travelers lost among the thorns.

Broken dreams, gone are the pieces

Like seeds scattered after the storm.

You descend with tranquility

Restoring the hope of the dawn.

You forgive all our offenses

Gently urging us on

Chorus

Born on wings sheathed in silver

In feathers of shining gold.

Under Your pinions I'm lifted

Tenderly carried Home.