Beneath His Wings
by Belinda van Rensburg
When storms are raging 'round me
And winds are blowing fierce;
When demon hordes attack me
And Satan's arrows pierce -
I run to Christ my Rock
And tell Him of my woes:
Of how the demons mock;
My every move oppose.
Then safe beneath His wings
And shielded from all harm,
Life's storms and evil things
Cannot disturb my calm.
© 2016
by Belinda van Rensburg
When storms are raging 'round me
And winds are blowing fierce;
When demon hordes attack me
And Satan's arrows pierce -
I run to Christ my Rock
And tell Him of my woes:
Of how the demons mock;
My every move oppose.
Then safe beneath His wings
And shielded from all harm,
Life's storms and evil things
Cannot disturb my calm.
© 2016