My Cup Runneth Over
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;
I lie in green pastures, by still waters go;
My soul is restored and the right paths He shows--
My cup runneth over with joy.
Though I may walk through death’s shadowy night,
His rod and His staff comfort me in my fright;
My table is set in my enemies’ sight--
My cup runneth over with joy.
My head is anointed with oil, and I’ll see
His goodness and mercy each day follow me;
In God’s house forever I’ll dwell and be free--
My cup runneth over with joy.
These words written to “My Cup Runneth Over.”
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2011
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