You cover me
with the feathers
of your wings,
and under your wings
and under your wings
I find refuge
in you;
Your Truth
Your Truth
is my shield
and a defense.
Why then
Why then
am I still afraid
of the terrors
of the night?
Desolation becomes your only friend
Posted by Inner Echoes at 4:37 AM
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