Under God’s Wings

The mother hen gathered her chicks,

Covering with each wing,

Just as the rains came pouring down

And howling winds did sing.

It mattered not that she was drenched

From pouring rains that fell;

Her sole concern was for her chicks

That they were safe and well.

Unselfishly she faced the storm

Till harsh winds ceased to blow

While underneath protective wings

Each chick stayed safe below.

A symbol of our Father’s love

Amidst storms that we face,

For He spreads His wings of mercy

And shelters with His grace.

Our Heavenly Father gathers

Us close unto His breast

That we might know peace in the storm

And find in Him sweet rest.

We rest secure—No storm to fear;

No, nothing can alarm.

Protected by His wings of grace

We’re kept safe in the storm.

©2005 Linda J. Stevenson