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Silver Birch

de Liona Boyd

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty

I will say of the Lord
He is my refuge and my fortress
My God, in Him, I will trust

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence

He shall cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings shall you take refuge, oh
He shall cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings shall you take refuge

His truth shall be your shield and buckler
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday

A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand
But it shall not come near you
Only with your eyes shall you look, and see the reward of the wicked

Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge
Even the Most High, your dwelling place

No evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling
For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways
In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone

You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot
Because he has set his love upon me, therefore I will deliver him
I will set him on high, because he has known my name

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble
I will deliver Him and honor Him
With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you take refuge, oh
He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings shall you take refuge
His truth shall be your shield and buckler

You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday
A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand
But it shall not come near you

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