Monday, February 4, 2013

My Own Shepherd
























I used to be my own shepherd
I always had want
I forsook God's green pastures
To have my own fun.

Despised His still waters
And His righteousness
Hanging my soul...
Over shadows of death.

You made me a table
I had no time to dine
Offered goodness and mercy
I thought I was fine.

It wasn't until I repented and came
To the Lord as my Shepherd
That I was born again.
Surrendered myself to His rod and staff
Now I experience His comfort at last.

Not on the highway of hell anymore.
My cup runneth over
Praise the Lord!
Praise the LORD!!!

- Tabitha Lovell






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