Russ Taff As An Eagle Stirreth Her Nest
So often men are blessed
With prosperity
The goodness and mercy of God
They no longer see
They seem to say within
Thy soul take thine ease
And they turn away from God
And do just as they please
But as an eagle
Stirreth her nest
So that her young ones
Will have no rest
God in His own
Mysterious way
Stirs up His people
To watch and pray
It's tragic that we are
So soon to forget
To our God we are
So deeply in debt
We grow so careless
And we grow so unconcerned
The first thing that we know
The scales have been turned
But as an eagle
Stirreth her nest
So that her young ones
Will have no rest
God in His own
Mysterious way
Stirs up His people
To watch and pray
God stirreth the world
In Noah's day
He sent a flood
To wash them away
He stirreth Moses
At the burning bush
He stirreth Babylon
At Belshazzar's Ball
By sending a hand
To write on the wall
He used Ezekiel
When he was all alone
To stir up a valley
Full of old dry bones
Lord they got up and began to dance around
Well, one of these mornings
One of these mornings
One of these mornings
One of these mornings
Well, one of these mornings
There's gonna be a shock
Lord, this ole world
Is gonna reel and rock
God in His own
Mysterious way
Stirreth His people
To watch and pray