It's Not All Green Pastures and Still Waters
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall want only for Him.
He leads me in dry valleys,
beside empty ravines,
through violent rushing torrents.
He makes my soul feel want
That I might know fullness only in Him.
Even though I crawl through valleys
where death grabs hold
of my every dream and body and mind -
I will not fear.
You are here with me somewhere.
You prepare a morel of crust before me
in desert wastelands where enemies surround.
Surely suffering and sorrow will pursue,
and at times overtake me,
all the days of my life
but
I will rest at last
in the house of the Lord
forever.