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My shepherd is the Lord,
I shall not desire;
He has never ignored,
Of what I require.
He provides me bedding,
In cushioned green meadows;
Nothing to cause dreading,
Restful time for to snooze.
He leads me to waters,
To nourish and to drink;
With my sons and daughters,
Pleasant thoughts I can think.
He has restored my soul,
Walking the righteous path;
Letting Him in control,
He spares me from His wrath.
The road of righteousness,
I go for His name’s sake;
I show my faithfulness,
Every breath I take.
Even though I will walk,
Within death’s dark shadow;
Through the valley I talk,
To Him where I may go.
I will fear no evil,
Knowing He is with me;
I avoid the devil,
Through His insight to see.
For His staff and His rod,
Guide as they comfort me;
Because He is my God,
Going with Him shall be.
A table He prepares,
In the presence of foes;
For the oil He shares,
As my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and grace,
My life will not sever;
I know He will embrace,
In His house forever.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Good Shepherd
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