Through this trial for You
I walk your holy way
Then you spoke to me
The feather of your wings
(Upon this road, oh Lord)
Keeping standards high,
According to your will
Then you spoke to me
The feathers of your wings
You keep me close
In the shelter of your arms,
Like the wings of an eagle
Feel the comfort and the safety,
Like a mother to her child
Walking the straight and narrow
Your holy ways, they comfort me
But keeping standards high, is according to Your word
Through the storms and persecutions