You ever have one of those days where the world feels too heavy, like it’s pressing down on your chest, and all you want is a soft place to land? That’s where Comfort of Her Wings comes in. This song—it’s like a warm hug from someone who gets it, someone who’s been there. I wrote it thinking about that feeling of being wrapped up in safety, like the way a mother bird tucks her little ones under her feathers when the storm rolls in. It’s not loud or flashy—it doesn’t need to be. It’s quiet, steady, and real, the kind of melody that sneaks into your bones and settles there.
The heart of it is this woman—her wings aren’t literal, you know, but they might as well be. She’s strength and softness all at once, the kind of person who can carry you through the mess without making a big fuss about it. The verses lean on that image: her presence as a refuge, her voice cutting through the noise like a lighthouse in the fog. I wanted the chorus to feel like a sigh—simple, but heavy with relief. Something like, “In the comfort of her wings, I can breathe again.” It’s not about escaping life; it’s about finding a corner of it where you can just be.
Musically, I hear it with a gentle acoustic strum—nothing overdone, just enough to cradle the words. Maybe a touch of piano, soft and lilting, like rain on a windowpane. It’s the kind of song that’d play late at night when the house is quiet, and you’re sitting there with your thoughts, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone—or something—that steady in your life. I think what makes it special is how it doesn’t try too hard—it’s honest. It’s for anyone who’s ever needed a lifeline and found it in a person, a memory, or even just a song.
So, what do you think—does it hit you the way it hits me? I’d love to know if it feels like that safe place for you too.
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There’s a place they call The Bottom,
And friends! I’ve been there once or twice.
It’s dark down there and lonely,
And something’s missin’ in your life.
Tonight I thought I’d had enough,
When I heard a voice said, “Don’t give up!”
That whisper had an old familiar ring
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo
He was looking in her eye.
She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.
Now I’m looking back in time
To a young man stumbling through the kitchen door.
How Mama kept on praying
When she couldn’t tell me nothing any more.
I woke up in my bed again,
I guess she must have tucked me in
I can’t remember much of any thing.
I didn’t see the angel, but I felt the comfort of her wing.
Daddy always called her angel,
I never knew the reason why.
I was looking for a halo
He was looking in her eye.
She was always there to guide me
With all the love a gentle hand could bring.
I didn’t see the angel,
But I felt the comfort of her wing.
Now that’s why Lord made her an angel.
I feel the comfort of her wing