The Twenty Third Psalm
The Lord, the Shepherd, He is mine.
I’ll know no want of any kind.
In pastures green I will rest
And know His care for me is best.
Those still waters I can see.
It is there that He leadeth me.
Restoration to my soul I can know
As to Him I willfully, cheerfully, go.
In death’s dark vale there is no fear
His voice of assurance will I hear.
It is through this door that I must trod
And enter into the presence of God.
Copyright © Drjim Martin | Year Posted 2012
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