His Wings

Josh Garrels builds this song around a repeated address to his own soul, urging it to sing because it has been rescued by a king who scattered its enemies "like wind to leaves." That image of chaff blown apart gives way to a quieter reassurance: the singer tells his soul not to fear the terror that comes at night or anyone who wishes him harm, because a strong right hand holds him and an eye stays fixed on him. The middle of the song turns toward hope and reverence, calling saints and children to fear the Lord while insisting that He is near and that His justice comes with Him. From there the refrain opens into its central declaration — that healing rests in His wings — repeated until it becomes almost a chant, carried along by wordless vocal runs. The closing section shifts into straightforward praise, sung both for this life and for the life to come, praising God until death and again when the singer is lifted up on high. The arc moves from personal comfort to communal worship, holding fear and praise in the same breath.