Sheltered
Through the pines,
Where soft breezes blow,
Through the pines,
We see traces of snow,
Through the pines,
Where birds build their nest,
Through the pines,
A doe and her fawn take rest.
In God's arms we can safely go;
There HIs shelter He will bestow,
Giving us comfort and sweet rest.
Remember, when those storms,
Start to blow,
Into God's arms,
We can safely go.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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