THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
Burdened by loss, I carry my cross, and vow not to waste a breath.
I shoulder my load as I travel the road, and walk towards my destiny.
Accepting my fate with a hitch in my gait, I'm certain He's testing me.

Moments are sacred each time that we break bread, awaiting the end of days.
In faith, without question, I trust His direction, for He moves in mysterious ways.
Promise unbroken, soft words are spoken, but still I hear His voice.
Fearing no evil, I avoid upheaval, after I've made my choice.

To follow His path, seeking favor, not wrath, I remember the Lord is my Shepherd.
Temptations surround me, whipping me soundly, by the lash I am constantly peppered.
I wade through the fire, deflecting the flame. There is nothing I want, and I don't feel the pain.
The Lord knows my heart, what I most desire, my cup runneth over with bountiful grain.

The righteous path leads, and satisfies needs, and comforts my head with anointing.
Thy rod and thy staff break the wheat from the shaft, and teach by the way they are pointing.
Goodness and mercy sustain and immerse me, amidst and beside the still waters.
Life everlasting, forever repasting, is the fate of His sons and His daughters.

RMB,OD 02/02/05