Psalm 91:1-2

I was beginning to make His words about others

Not recognizing that abiding

Under the cover

of His wings

Was entirely, but not alone,

For me.

I could pray and hope that

The mountains be removed, but

This was something, something, only for you

No sin of yours was too small

For His sacrifice to bear,

When it came to turning the Word on myself

My prayers began to fail.