On the
touch of His beautiful hands I rose...
When
my journey began with one feeble step of faith,
And
all my weaknesses gazed at me with those beady eyes.
On the
wings of His beautiful love I leapt...
Even
when tens of thousands draw up against me like sand,
I
shall not fear for the Lord sustains me with His hands.
On the
wings of His beautiful light I fly...
Let
the light of your face upon me shine,
And
fill my heart with joy like new wine.
On the
wings of His beautiful night I'm kept...
Knowing
the king of peace dwells within my heart,
Dispels
my fears and shields me from enemy darts.
On the
wings of His glorious victory I soar...
©Uche
(2009)
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