Prayer: Matthew 23: 37

Poem By Loren Jarvis

O Keep me ‘neath the hen’s bright wing.
From pillar’s fire and cloudy burst.
Keep me near the well and bring
Live water for my aching thirst.
Rest me from the storm and ship,
From pinnacle and worldly throne.
Support me with Thy tender grip
And roll away the heavy stone
When I am taken by the sting.
O keep me ‘neath the hen’s bright wing.

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