He Leadeth Me Home

The Lord is my Shepherd wherever I walk. He speaks gently to me and to His flock. He leadeth me when the waters are scarce. He leadeth, He leadeth me home. When I grow weary, I rest by a tree and go fast asleep leaning on my Lord’s knee. He resteth, He resteth, He resteth by me. He leadeth, He leadeth me home. He playeth His flute as I go to sleep. The mountains and valleys resound and repeat. The songs that He playeth are ever so sweet. He leadeth, He leadeth me home. It’s more than a flicker from life unto death. The storm clouds grow thicker the older I get. But I have no fear for the Shepherd I hear. He leadeth, He leadeth me home. He leadeth, He leadeth me home.