Beneath my wings God’s angel heralds,
Dying to the flesh brings my song,
To receive Jesus Christ as Savior,
The Glory to Him does belong.

Bearing sins and death for all who live,
He was slain on the Cross as Love,
Glory is the precious Lamb of God,
Sweet resurrection life’s Above.

Beneath my wings God’s angel heralds,
I watch this Glory of the Lord,
The sweet Redeemer lives and is awed,
Jesus Christ is King and adored.

On the beautiful shore all will meet,
One day in the sweet by and by,
Glory will raise anew another,
Resurrected by God on High.

Beneath my wings God’s angel heralds,
I was there for Him just to save,
Yes angels of God yearned to battle,
But all would languish in death’s grave.

Praises be to God's sweet Promised Gift,
Jesus wept tears of many for all,
For His heart knew from the beginning,
His life given saved all this fall.

©Sondra McPherson
February 17, 2005
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