I am covered by the wings. My shield; knees aren't buckling.

I'm dwelling in shelters. I'm sleeping in shadows of the Lord.

I'm feeling safe inside. I'm protected; safely nested. I can't feel the heat from my tower seat. Now I feel complete. All I feel's the beat.

It's a hard time when I've fallen for your trap door, no need for keeping the score. Tough times. When you give the evidence, seems I'm getting pestilence. And you can't reach me from down there!

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