Psalm 91:4

He shall cover thee with His feathers and under His wings shalt thou trust.

When God for a season
Gives us the blessing of the favor of men
And then in His wisdom takes it back again
And we are left on a jagged, painful shore
Knowing that our weariness makes our earthly plight
Seem like an insurmountable chore.

Does this not send
The reeling, needy Child of God
Back to their knees again
Broken hearted,
Beaten down
Running into the arms of their Heavenly Father
No more,
Not one more day!”

Is it not at this very moment
When he takes our weary feet of clay
Sets our feet upon the rock,
Hides us under the comforting shelter
Of His mighty feathered wings
Until His strength in us is renewed,
And then redirects our misguided focus and our gaze
Back to the Heavenly shore
To seek the praise of our loving Heavenly Father
Rather than the fleeting praise of men!