Satinldy's(Hilda) Journal

The Lord is my shepherd;
   He ever walks near,   
To guide and protect me 
  Each day of the year. 

Beside the still waters,
   Through meadows so fair,
On life's troubled pathways,
  I'm safe in his care.      

His rod and staff,         
   Reassures me now ,
That no hills are to steep ,    
    For he's walking there too.

Ever preparing a table,     
 With gifts from above,     
And binding my wounds up,   
 With his tender love.       

Through all of my days,     
  No more harm will I fear;
It comforts me knowing,
   My shepherd is near.

 By: satinlady

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