You are my shepherd
I shall not be in want.
But I must always heed
your voice.
You make me lie down
In green pastures,
But I must choose to
eat.
You lead me beside quiet waters,
But I must stoop to drink.
You restore my soul.
You guide me into
Paths of right living
But I must live
right,
For your name's sake.
Even though I walk through the
Valley of the shadow of death,
I
will fear no evil.
But I must walk through,
I must strive onward.
You protect and guide me,
Your strong arm hems me in.
I do not see
the many dangers
From which I am saved.
You prepare a table before me
In the presence of my enemies,
But I
must serve them my food,
I must give them milk and honey.
You anoint my head with oil,
And prepare me for my calling,
But I
must respond.
I must act.
My cup overflows;
I pour myself out.
Goodness and mercy will follow me,
But I must do good,
And I must
show mercy,
All the days of my life.
And when this life is gone,
Another house will be my home,
And I
will worship in that place,
Forevermore.
© written by Mark Simpson. Published with permission.
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