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"I’LL BE AT REST IN THY ARMS OF LOVE!"
When the storm clouds of life assail me, I would fly away
Yea, in the shadow of Thy wings, O’ Lord
Will I make my refuge this day
As I pour out my heart with tears to Thee,
Until these calamities pass o’er someday.
And I’ll be at rest and peace in Thy Arms of LOVE!
When the storm clouds of sickness and death pursue me, I would fly away
Yea, in the shadow of Thy wings, O ‘Lord
Will I make my refuge this day.
Someday my wings will take flight as a dove
Flying thru the clouds to my mansion above
Where I’ll be at rest and peace in Thy Arms of LOVE!
Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
Wings like a dove!
I would fly away – fly away
And, dear Lord, I’ll be at rest in Thy Arms of LOVE!
IN THY ARMS OF LOVE FOREVERMORE!
Psalm 55:6 – “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! For then I would fly away, and be at rest.”
Psalm 55:7,8 – “I would wander far off and stay in the wilderness; I would hasten my escape from the windy storm & tempest…”
Psalm 55:22 – “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee.”
Psalm 56:8 – “Thou tellest my wanderings; put thou my tears into thy bottle; are they not in thy book.”
Psalm 56: 9, 11 – “God is for me…in God have I put my trust…”
Psalm 57:1 – “Yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge until these calamities be overpast.”
Psalm 62:8 – “God is a refuge for us – trust Him and pour out your heart to Him.”
A dove flies swiftly and flies low. It takes shelter as soon as it can. A dove will escape from wind, storm and tempest and from noise. We seek peace and quietness at times to get away – we wish to retire from the hustle and bustle of this world that we can sweetly enjoy God by ourselves – true peace. Death is our final escape from all the storms and tempest of this world to a child of God.