Sometimes we think that weíre secure
When everything is well,
When Godís protection keeps us safe
Beneath a mighty shell.
Like turtles we feel guarded and,
Thereís nothing that we fear:
For we can hide our tender limbs
If danger should appear.
But sometimes as the years go by
Our trust in God declines:
The shells we feel upon our backs
We cherish as if shrines.
Itís then that God removes our shield
To teach us once again
Just where our safety really lies
And where our strength has been.
The shell was just a crutch to help
Us when our faith was weak;
The weight of it upon our backs
Brought hope when times were bleak.
But as we age our faith matures--
No longer we need sight--
We trust the God Who made the shell
For Heís our strength and might.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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