Cold dark night presses against the window panes of my soul.
Yet in this secret place I am warmed by the light of His love.
His words gleam like sharpened steel
As they weave their way from the crown of my head
To the soles of my feet.
Enshrouded in armour
The arrows that fly by day
Will come but cannot hurt.
His truth is the armour that shields.
In this fortress there is no fear.
In Him, I put my trust.
Psalm 91 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....You shall not be afraid of the terror by night. Nor by the arrow that flies by day...