THE SHEPHERDS EYES
Knowing that the LORDS eyes are ever upon us
is a peace found in no other place.
There's a voice calling me, from an old
Rugged tree, but there's a dozen more
Screaming in my head
In His valley there is peace
But for my mind, there's no release
From this torment, will I ever be set free
In the Psalms it is said, we'll have sweet sleep
Upon our bed, But in the night, loneliness
and despair they visit me
How much easier it would be If only I had
Leprosy, understanding of my plight
There would surely be
But my broken brain no one can see, so it's easy
To deny, there's little value on my life, but still
The Shepherds eyes, are watching me.
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