Under your wings
In their shadows
My Spirit sings
Of our eternal
King of kings
My God to me
Daily brings
Love in the midst
Of rejection from men
Hope in the midst
Of my frail broken pen
Joy amid
Too many lows
Annointing oil flowing
In the presence of my foes
In a world so dark
So cold and black
I find my soul
Does nothing lack
For in our God
And His Body so pure
There's daily food
That's always sure
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