The Lord is My Shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd,
And I am His lamb,
Who loves me in spite
Of the way that I am.

Who sees something in me,
That other folks miss,
And I sometimes think maybe,
Because of this

I've never felt bitter,
Unloved or alone,
Though sometimes I grieve for
My loved ones now gone.

For I've always believed in
The words He has said,
That the spirit lives on,
Though the body be dead.

And I feel closer to Him,
Because of His care,
And I know when I call Him,
That He will be there.

So I fear not the shadows,
So dark and so dim,
For my shepherd will carry me
Safely through them.

                                                                                                           Grace E. Easley

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