Your grace is like blanket
keep me warm
You watch my back
push me out of danger
You lid me tight
I don't grow stale and jaded
You place a veil
I remain pure, a mystery
You write a prose
I am my story
You shelter me
I am safe and secure
I was going to write a blog to rant about my 4am day, rather, I am struck by God's covering on my life.
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