PS 91

I praise your goodness
I will dwell in your shelter
Which you have prepared

My refuge, fortress 
Let your peace rest on my home 
Under your wings, LORD 

I have been feeling
The terror, arrow, and plague
Protect me from these 

So I may observe
Your glorious coming, God 
As your last lost sheep

There's no disaster
Provide me this peace of mind
You are my refuge

Foot not striking stone
A divergent narrative
In the last hours

On what shall I tread?
May love overtake this tale 
And all worship you

Show Your Salvation
Magnificently Ancient 
Gloriously New

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