HE WILL COVER YOU WITH HIS FEATHERS AND UNDER HIS WINGS YOU WILL FIND REFUGE…
Father, You lovingly watch over my life.
When I fall, You pick me up. When I wander, You seek me out.
When I cover my face in shame, You lift my eyes to look at You.
Your eyes are full of compassion.
You know. You see.
A bruised reed You will not break.
You are the Potter and You form this clay into a vessel of honor.
You take away shame and give beauty for ashes.
You breathe upon the one battered from battle.
You bind up the wounded warrior.
You soothe the one bent in sorrow.
Fresh manna and living water awaits those
Who find refuge under the shadow of Your wings.