Under His Wing, I Remain

(Inspired by Psalm 91)

He who dwells
in the shelter of the Most High
abides in nearness—
where breath returns,
and the heart grows still.

My refuge.
My fortress.
My God.

Something in me unclenches.
Breath returns
like warmth to cold hands.
My life becomes quiet,
as if I’ve stepped into
a strong place
built for peace.

He covers me with His feathers;
under His wings I am gathered—
kept,
held,
safe in a love that does not move.

His faithfulness surrounds me,
sure as sunrise,
true as His name—
a shield of mercy,
a circle of care.

His shadow rests over my life
like a gentle canopy,
and beneath it
my heart becomes still.

His angels keep charge over me,
guarding each step
with holy attention.

His promises stand like a home:
deliverance in the doorways,
honour in the rooms,
salvation in the light.

He is here—
nearer than breath,
faithful in every hour.

And under His wing,
I remain:
covered,
kept,
at home.

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