The Lord Is My Shepherd - Poem by Sandra Morton
The Lord is my Shepherd, and though I may wander, He leads me
through green pastures and beside the still waters,
He guides me in paths of righteousness, as any good father
Yea! Though I walk through the valley! He, said he'd be there
with me in darkest of alley's. Even when I go through the shadow
of Death, You'll be there when I draw that last shallow breath.
I will fear no evil for thou restoreth my "Soul" and annointest me,
In the presence of mine enemies, till my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and mercy in my life will not be severed,
and I will dwell in The House of the Lord Forever.
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