I am the Lord's portion;
I am his inheritance.
The Lord found me in the desert
And in the deep wilderness lost,
He led me out
As the apple of his eye.
I keep my eyes on his eyes
As he directs me.
As an eagle stirs up her nest,
Flutters over her young,
Spreads abroad her wings,
Takes them,
Bears them
On her wings:
My Heavenly Father
Has done this for me;
His heart flutters over me
When he sees me,
He stirs my heart,
He spreads his wings,
And carries me on his wings.
I will fly as the eagles
With My Heavenly Father
Who loves me.
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