Psalm 91

You are the defender of the weak
You are near those in need
You are a peace to those who grieve
My God you are so many things

You are my refuge and strength
You are my hiding place
You hear my voice when I call
Before I say anything at all
In desperate need I cry
Only to realize
The hand that heals the sick
Has my name written on it

You are the forgiver of my past
You are the pure and spotless lamb
You are the balm that heals the wounds I have
My God You are so many things