Under His Wings
under His wings i'm safe and secure...while the world's in confusion still i am sure
under His wings i've got freedom to fly...His liberty spans from darkness to light from day into night from black into white from wrong into right
under His wings i'm abounding with joy...i'm never the devils wind up toy
once a sinner and a slave
now a soldier and a saint
under His wings my pain disappates...He lights up my steps and He shows me the way
under His wings there's peace now 4ever...the devil thinks he's clever while he's pushing those buttons and pulling those levers
while the wicked world gets rocked and rolled by devastation and doom those whirlwinds and twisters they don't get me moved
under His wings i'm blessed and never cursed...rhyme after rhyme and verse after verse
angels sing and demons scream...while the world decays and slowly dies...
under His wings...i stay in the light
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