To Everything… A Purpose

The Lord is our Shepherd, we shall not need… to ever take a breath,
A tiny heart will beat with purpose, even unto death.
A precious life, with destiny… it isn’t ours to choose.
However brief the life, it’s one the Lord can surely use.

The Lord is my Shepherd and He would only ask that I believe it.
I want for nothing, His gift of grace; by faith I will receive it…
The gift of peace unspeakable, in times of bitter sadness,
Instead of mourning, freedom from despair… the oil of gladness.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I'll not be lost... To walk with Him, divine.
To trust, and just rely on Him… provision by design.
A light unto the darkness, beauty from the ashes born,
To praise Him at all times, the One who comforts those who mourn.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want… His peace will be revealed.
Through grief He will be glorified – the brokenhearted healed.
A life that touched so many, still present in the loss.
Reminds us of the promise, accomplished on the cross.

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want… provision by His hand,
Be my strength in times of trial, the Rock on which I stand.
Lord I want to follow You, and let this be my choice…
That I would listen and respond… to the "still, small voice."

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want… Please, let me never stray.
But always let me seek You first, and willingly obey.
Let my heart be open to each chapter of the story.
The heart that beat with purpose… reveals to us, Your glory.