My Shepherd is my loving Lord.
I shall not want; my soul’s restored.
He makes me rest in pastures green,
By waters quiet, calm, serene.
He leads me on the righteous paths
To show the glory His Name has.
And though I walk through valleys deep
Where darkness haunts and walls are steep,
And there resides a shadowed grave,
The box of death that should enslave!
No evil overcomes my soul!
Your rod, your staff, they do console!
And you prepare a feast for me,
Before my foe, my enemy.
With oil You anoint my head.
Your Spirit comes and hence I’m fed.
And so my cup – it overflows,
Such joy I have Your hand bestows.
May goodness, mercy be upraised!
Pursue me all my living days!
Then I will dwell – my certainty –
With God for all eternity.
Jared Travis 