BENEATH THE BRUSH OF
ANGEL'S WINGS
by Eva

In the stillness, golden stillness,
I stand attentive to G-D's Voice.
I humbly bow before His presence,
Apart, away from all earthly noise.
There, in awe, I bow before Him
Beneath the brush of angel's wings.
Then join the voice of many waters
In worshipping the King of Kings.
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