His Wings And A Man
Night soldiers are here for no retreat, They parade every night in every street, Hunting for the souls of every street, O God und'r your wings I am, not the street.
When night daught'rs come to trade their soul, Und'r your wings, O, preserve my soul.
I pray thee, let the night daught'rs pass o'er me O Lord, let no night work'r devour me.
Thou has created me, shall I be slay? But only thy purpose, und'r thy wings I must lay, Let no sin deliv'r me into their hand, I pray, Will sins of bra and britches cause me to decay?
Thou who has saved me in the womb till now, Only in thy name I will always say avow.
- WARRI STANLEY