Sinéad O’Connor got so weird and political that I stopped paying attention to her music after awhile. 2000’s excellent Faith and Courage is the last record of hers that I’ve paid any attention.
‘Whomsoever Dwells’ is the second track from her 2007 double album Theology to show up as a Random Weekend Song of the Day. And it’s as delicately lovely as the first, ‘Rivers of Babylon.’
Perhaps this album deserves further consideration.
The record is split into two sets of the same 11 tracks, one performed acoustically and one with a full band. Both of my SOTD selections have come from the acoustic ‘Dublin session’ tracks, and they have me curious about their fleshed-out counterparts. Maybe fodder for a future, non-random post.
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
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
Meet Me In Montauk 
She is wacky, but unquestionably talented.
I agree