The Wings of God
Hide me in the shadow of your wings. Psalm 17:8 Sacred time and sacred space. The Lord flies on wings of purest spirit in all places and in all times. Let this land be blessed where I sit, for the Lord Himself has perched here. He has sheltered me from the sight of my enemies. He has made my home His abode, standing guard at night and blessing us in the morning. He has called my children home again and made for them soft beds and sung lullabies. He has watched over the generations and they have responded to His call. In joy, He sits in the branches of the trees and sings to us in the morning light. His flight, the flapping of His wings, sends cool breezes in the midst of the summer heat. His feathers warm us in the dark and cold of winter. And always is a resting place prepared for us until we climb onto His shoulders and He flies us away to our home everlasting. ++++++++++ In the camps by the river where dwell those without homes, I saw a man with wings. He sat around t...