The Lord is my shepherd, I harbor no wants
Ignoring the devil, no matter the taunts
I walk in green pastures where waters are still
It quiets the soul as I’m seeking His will
Ye though I walk in the shadow of death
I’m trusting You Lord until my final breath
Thy rod and thy staff give me comfort within
My source of support as we stand against sin
From heaven, created from out of the soil
I’m made in Your image, anointed with oil
Despite my oppression and struggles I’ve found
My cup runneth over, Your blessings abound
You usher the darkness away from my day
Your goodness and mercy are guiding my way
So this is my hope and the glory I pen
To dwell in Your Kingdom forever, amen
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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