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Set to the famous melody of Holst's Jupiter, this original choir piece testifies of Christ's power to gather us, lift us, and redeem us through the Healing in His Wings.









Lyrics: Far away from friendly faces
I once took shelter in,
My conviction's gone; I'm tossed about
By every passing wind.
But, as a hen invites her chicks in
where the cold wind cannot sting,
Jesus gathers me in His embrace
with healing in His wings.
I'm entrenched in old mistakes again,
waist deep in all my sin.
I still want to overcome the world,
But where can I begin?
Yet borne on Jesus as an eagle,
Swiftly to the sky we spring,
And He carries me heavenward
With healing in His wings.
Open still, though nailed down to a cross
His mighty wings are spread;
Once ascending, now they condescend
Down to the grave instead.
But, like a phoenix from the ashes,
Rises up the King of Kings;
and each knee shall bow in praises of
the new life that He brings,
and my tongue confess
the endless love
and healing in His wings!