The Lord is my shepherd; he meets all my needs.
To fields, lush and soft, he frequently leads.
To sweet springs, serene, often he takes me.
I'm revived and refreshed? he almost re—makes me.

The way is winding, unmarked. I wander; he directs.
The path is narrow, drops off. I waver; He corrects.
The trip seems endless. I'll tire and fade; he'll aid.
When God is my guide, I'm safe by his side.

Into a valley - darkly forbidding,
Hemmed in by heights — starkly foreboding -
Danger and doom could lurk in the gloom.
Will I be afraid when cliffs rise and loom?
No! If I call, he's ready, he'll save.
I trust. No I'm heartened, made steady and brave.

Where goes the road? Why push past their stares?
The Lord waits as host; a feast he prepares.
The treats will be plentiful; and joy will be bountiful.
Beyond the mind's bent, I'll be filled and content.

I might have strayed, alone, lost and scared,
Missing His smile that said that he cared.
Needing His arms around rue, holding me,
Tender, kind, gentle, warmly enfolding me.
So I'll be his lamb and stay all my days
At home in the' flock of the Lord. Give praise!

Father Campion Murphy, S.T.