The Shadow and the Shepherd

Though death cast its shadow o'er me,
There is a hand I hold.
The shepherd is my leader,
He leads me to his fold.
We walk across the valley
Where His delights are found:
Green pastures, clear, still waters,
His protection all around.

Death's shadow holds no power,
There is no venomous sting.
The shadow I abide in
Is the shadow of His wing.
The walk across the valley
And to the distant peak,
Is ordered by the shepherd.
It is His voice I seek.

Some day, the journey finished,
the pasture left below,
He'll lead me across the river
And peacefully I'll go.
The kind and gentle shepherd
Who led me day by day,
Will bring me to His own home
Where I'll forever stay.

Sharon