The Lord is
my shepherd

He tends to
my soul and

guards my
heart.

He makes me
stop and rest,

Lays me
down just where I need.

Comfort,
peace

Refreshed.

He guides
my steps

And leads
the way.

For the
glory of

His name’s
sake.

When I
stumble

Away from
His will,

When the
valley turns dark,

I have no
fear,

For you are
with me.

Your rod
and your staff,

Are power
in your hands

And comfort
to my soul.

Where you
lead,

Father, I
go.

You prepare
a table before me,

Where all
the enemies watch and see.

Of all the
sinners in the land,

Father God,
why this sheep?

And you
anoint me with oil,

with your
own hand.

The
blessings are too numerous to count.

My heart beats
in awe

My mind
cannot process

The mighty
measure of your love.

Can it be

that your
goodness…