'Neath the shadow of the cross
In the shadow of his wings
The outstretched arms of Jesus bid me come
In the shadows there is shade
Where my weary soul is stayed
There's a shelter where I hide till time is done
The shadows speak of something greater
By which their forms are cast
Things we cannot see till later
When this wilderness is past
Now in this darkened mirror
Glimpses of those days draw nearer
And we apprehend a longing in our souls
So we seek an unseen light
In the shadows of the night
For the things unseen will one day make us whole
Then the shadows yield our reason and our goal
The shadow of the cross is cast
Upon this wilderness so vast
For it is formed by the unseen light
Our light and our salvation
Brings forth illumination
And our darkened eyes are given sight
So now in our shadowland
There's a purpose and a plan
Where we learn to walk by faith
And not by sight
There the unseen hand will guide
Through his Word were to abide
It will lead us home in the unseen light
The shadow of the cross is cast
Upon this wilderness so vast
For it is formed by the unseen light
Our light and our salvation
Brings forth illumination
And our darkened eyes are given sight
July 29, 2026
Anthony Foster