He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler.
Psalm 91:4
Joy, like a priceless gem
Is lost sometimes it seems
Amidst the noise and wild mayhem
Of fear and broken dreams
Is not some hapless/hopeless fling
But lends its lease of Mercy Stayed
‘Come to me’ He implores
Where many do not hear
The Voice that comforts and restores
The joy that calms our fear
Against truth’s enemies
Though sorrow sets a snare
And morrow none can tell
Beneath the shelter of His care
We know that all is well
Joy amidst suffering
Ah, raise your hymn of praise
Beneath love’s faithful, feathered Wing
Unfurls man’s breadth of days
Where loss cannot begin
To compete with the gain
Of we who have confessed our sin
And trust in Jesus’ name
© Janet Martin
May the God of hope fill you with all joy
and peace as you trust in him,
so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13
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