Through this trial for You   I walk your holy way   Then you spoke to me   The feather of your wings   (Upon this road, oh Lord)   Keeping standards high,   according to your will   Then you spoke to me   The feathers of your wings   You keep me close   In the shelter of your arms,   like the wings of an eagle   Feel the comfort and the safety,   like a mother to her child   Walking the straight and narrow   Your holy ways, they comfort me   But keeping standards high, is according to Your word   Through the storms and persecutions   In the loving shelter of Your arms   Walking the straight and narrow,    Your holy ways they comfort me.