There are still waters,
     Where there is peace, and He abides.

     The comfort of His Guiding Staff,
          When all my strength is tried.

Pastures, green and pure,
     His Word to feed upon.

     Valleys of shadows, in the midst,
          But I know I'm not alone.

Though death may raise its head,
     I will have no fright or fear.

The Shepherd of my living soul,
      Is always and forever near....

by Tom Stratton