Yea, Though I Walk
Is ours, never as fearful, in these worrisome times of woe,
A much greater strength goes before, to protect our trust.
Not any awful force, nor terrible evil, dares ever to show,
Our best faithfulness, in our determination, is now a must.
Yea, though I walk through death's valley, I show no fear,
The Lord God of the celestial heights, our Maker, is near.
The darkening shadows cast across stream fed pastures,
As our Shepherd watches, we as his sheep, he holds dear.
Our creator in his benevolent grace, so restores our souls,
Despite our sinful acts, we are saved and forgiven each.
We are led in paths of righteousness, in his name's sake,
Comforting all's spirit, as a rod and staff. within our reach.
As he prepares a table of retribution, or of all forgiveness,
Before my enemies, he offers a hope, chance to be saved.
His anointment of precious oil, so fills my cup to overflowing,
Assuring that goodness, all mercy shall follow, as engraved.
A forgiveness and a mercy without question, shows his love,
This he sends to us each, spread near and far, from above.
A dwelling place with him and in his most heavenly adoration,
Assures everyone of our own future home and all's salvation.
