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Beneath His Wings

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Beneath His Wings
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.

2012 by Belinda van Rensburg

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