wings of the Most High, you, poor little helpless one, are to trust
to-day.

When the little eaglets, that have not yet a feather to fly with, are
under the great wings of the parent eagle, how safe they are! Who would
dare touch them? If a bold climber put his hand into the nest then, those
powerful wings would beat him in a minute from his hold, and he would fall
down the rocks and be dashed to pieces. So safe shall you be "under His
wings," "nothing shall by any means hurt you" there.

When the wild snow-storms rage round the eyrie, and the mountain cold is
felt, that is death to an unprotected sleeper, how warm the little eaglets
are kept! Not an arrow of the keen blast reaches them, poor little
featherless things, not a snowflake touches them. So warm shall you be
kept "under His wings," when any cold and dark day of trouble comes, or
even any sudden little blast of unkindness or loneliness.

"Under His wings shall thou _trust_!" Not "shall thou _see_!" If one of
the eaglets wanted to see for itself what was going on, and thought it
could take care of itself for a little while, and hopped from under the
shadow of the wings, it would be neither safe nor warm. The sharp wind
would chill it, and the cruel hand might seize it then. So you are to
_trust_, rest quietly and peacefully, "under His wings;" stay there, not
be peeping out and wondering whether God really is taking care of you! You
may be always safe and happy there. Safe, for "in the shadow of Thy wings
will I make my refuge." Happy, for "in the shadow of Thy wings will I
rejoice."

Remember, too, that it is a command as well as a promise; it is what you
are to do to-day, all day long: "Under His wings _shalt_ thou trust!"