Show DRIVEN TO SHELTER Under tho shadow of thy wing I bide And bless the storms that drove mo to thy side Secaro ns bird in mother nest I sing Under tho shadow ef thy mighty wing WhY do we wait for cruel blast and cold For bitterness of heart and loss of gold For last goodbye their knell of hope to ring To drive us to tho shadow of thy wing Why linger we till ashes from tho flame Of mad desire corroding hate and shame Shall turn us gray and old era we will bring Our hearts to shelter math thy brooding ping Tis when our ores are blinded wlh their tears And see no light nor hope for future years Nor happiness nor peace nor anything That wo discern the shadow of thy wing When tempest tossed tear stained and blind wo see When deaf to earthly sound wo list for hog When hoarse with sobbing and despair we sing For then we seek tho shadow of thy wing Close to thy heart of hearts do I abide And bless the storms that drove me to thy side Secure as bird neath summer leaves I swing Protected by the shadow of thy wing Eleanor Kirks Idea |