"My cup is running over."
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures
and leads me beside still waters.
He revives my soul
and guides me along right pathways for his Name’s sake.
Though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You spread a table before me in the presence
of those
who trouble me;
you have anointed my head with oil,
and my cup is running over.
Surely your goodness and mercy shall follow
me all the days
of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
It is God’s love that warms me in the sun
and God’s love that sends the cold rain.
It is God’s love that feeds me in the bread I eat
and God that feeds me also by hunger and fasting.
It is the love of God that sends the winter days when I am cold and sick,
and the hot summer when I labor and my clothes are full of sweat:
but it is God Who breathes on me with light winds off the river and in the breezes out of the wood.
His love spreads the shade of the sycamore over my head.
It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams;
But also behind the clamor of the city God speaks to me in His judgments,
And all these things are seeds sent to me from His will.
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