Hides me

In a world breeding thorns and thistles
With venom in its every sting
A growing darkness with every passing day
An aggressive evil advancing without shame
Its addict players devising new shams and tricks
My weary soul grieves as I contend with these tides
I go through deep waters
I walk through fire
And in it all he is with me
Surrounding me in the shadow of his wings

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