Texty: Sinead O'Connor. Theology. Whomsoever Dwells.

Whomsoever dwells
In the shelter
Of the most high
Lives under the protection of the Shaddai
I say of my lord
That he is my fortress
That he is my own love
In whom I trust
That he will save u
From the fowler's trap
And he will save U
From any Babylon crap
And he will lift U
All up in his wings
And you'll find refuge
Oh underneath those things
And his truth will be your
Shield and rampart
So u need not fear
What comes looking for U in the dark
And U need not fear
What comes looking for U in the day
And U need not fear
What takes everybody else away
Ten thousand may fall at your side
Ten thousand at your right
But it can?t come near U
?Cos you're dealing with the most high
And he will send his angels to mind U
And they will lift u all up so that U
Won?t strike your foot against no stone