If God hadn't been there for me, I never would have made it.
The minute I said, "I'm slipping, I'm falling," your love, God, took hold and held me fast.
When I was upset and beside myself, you calmed me down and cheered me up.
Can Misrule have anything in common with you? Can Troublemaker pretend to be on your side?
They ganged up on good people, plotted behind the backs of the innocent.
But God became my hideout, God was my high mountain retreat,
Then boomeranged their evil back on them: for their evil ways he wiped them out, our God cleaned them out for good.