In Our Lord's Care

In Our Lord’s Care

 

The birds fly the open skies,

Nestled in His shelter.

Their care depends solely

Upon their Maker, their Helper.

 

Under His umbrella,

Beneath His covering of grace.

Existing to bring glory

And praise unto His Name.

 

Never lacking,

His children know no want.

In His love

We are soaked.

 

Thankful for the saving hand

That reached down and covered us.

Still His hand stays,

Making hearts ever joyous.

 

Like the birds who soar

Through the open air,

We are ever loved

In our Lord’s care.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

September 11, 2022