Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
They're saying, basically, you get covered with feathers during the tribulation, as a protective measure, and me only beginning to dampen my quill. Whole lotta trying, just to get up that hill, fret-fraught lying to a room-ful of Democrats, knowing at the wrong move they erupt into a glorified circle-jerk. With any pretense. But essentially, we are delivered from the tribulation, promised away in a cloud of belief, but don't forget
don't forget
We are only pilgrims, some of us, in a fallen sin-sick world.
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
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