After Psalm 23
God holds my hand.
I have enough.
We lie in the grass,
we walk by the pond.
He calms me.
We have gone together
to the valley where
death’s shadow fell across me,
but I fear nothing.
God holds my hand.
I know God makes
my life good, that his
mercy is given me
every day that I shall
live. I live in his house.
I will live in God’s
house forever.
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