Psalm 91: 4

I am but a broken feather,

Not even a lost bird,

And yet you sing to me of love

And offer me your Word.

I am the lowest of the low,

Cast off from all that lives

And trodden down into the dirt.

I long for what love gives.

I feared I’d never feel again

The love that wings so free,

From heart to heart and breast to breast
To everyone but me.

But when I turn my face to you,

My tattered, broken face,

I find but love, enduringly,

Within your strong embrace

And perfect refuge in your love,

Your faithfulness and grace.

Psalm 91:4
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.