I’m feeling wordless. I realize that’s an ironic thing to say, as I type out words and string them all together. But the truth is that there is a weightier thing on my mind.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord he is my refuge and my fortress, my God in whom I trust.
It is he who delivers you from the fowlers snare. And from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge.
His faithfulness will be your shield and your rampart.