It should be a photograph of wings, because I am under them.
I am protected
when I feel like I have no strength to hang on.
When I have no answers
I still turn to my Heavenly Father God.
Under his wings
in the shadow of His wings
I am treasured
God gave His Son for my sin
there is no shame to hold
because He took it on the cross.
Holy God could not bear to look at His only treasure hanging there
It does not end there, at the cross
or at the tomb.
That's where it begins.
God's power raised Christ from the dead
so He could live inside me.
I have this Treasure
I bear it not only in my heart
but in my being.
I carry Him with me
in little snippets of His Word
which is also who He Is.
He covers me with His feathers...