Psalm 23
As I hold you my child of love
I pray for you to Him above.
Upon my Savior my soul does rest
and sleeps in waves of pure caress.
For His own sake the unstained ground
is where my feet are always bound.
I do not worry of frights without
His staff does hold me close about.
A banquet He prepares for me each day
as my foes look on in utter dismay.
With fragrant oil that purifies
my constant thought of Him never dies.
His grace and mercy forever mine
one day He’ll lead me home divine.
sarah jones a lullaby
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