Special Poem and Scripture

He will cover you with His feathers and under His wings you will find refuge. Psalm 91:4

Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard,
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land,
and on the strangest sea:
yet, never, in extremity,
it asked a crumb of me
Emily Dickinson 1861.