I REALLY was "so busy" that I felt I could not stay
To rest "beneath the shadow of His wings" from day to day;
It is true I knelt before Him, and besought the needed strength
To do the work before me, but ne'er stayed for any length
"'Neath the shadow of His wings.”
Was it not thus right to serve Him when the work was
there to do?
And were I to pass it over, with the laborers so few,
It seemed as if 'twould suffer, and not be done at all,
And so I went and did it, and answered not His call
To "the shadow of His wings.”
So as I was "so busy" that I really could not stay,
He laid His hand upon me and took my strength away;
“My work can do without you, but 1 cannot," He said;
So He gently drew me to Him, and cast around my bed
The sweet "shadow of His wings.”
Could it be my wish displeased Him? Did He not bid me go
And take abroad the message, giving me the seed to sow?
Ah, yes, of that I'm certain; yet He called me to His side,
And bade me for a season to rest, and thus abide
“'Neath the shadow of His wings.”