There comes a time in life where I need to be alone
To think about generations or re-construction
When my heart is overwhelmed I will trust in the shelter of your wings
In a dry and thirsty land where there is no liquidation
Hiding from the secret plots of the wicked
Away from those who sit by the gate speak all against me
Hear God in the truth of your salvation
And don't ever let the pit shut its mouth on you
Hear my voice in my mediation Preserve my life from fear of the enemy
Hide me from the plots of the wicked From all the rebellion workers of iniquity
In my condition I've gone through so much in my life
I've had some situations loosing control of myself
A hand was reached before me Pulling me out towards the light
The years in which we have seen the unexplainable
The sun and moon endure through the many generations
For who in the heavens can be compared to our Lord
Blessed are the people who know the joyful sound
Hiding from the secret plots of the wicked
Away from those who sit by the gate speak all against me
Hear God in the truth of your salvation
And don't ever let the pit shut its mouth on you