There are bookends that sit on my table With my Bible, and journals and books A tottering row of this thing and that With my thoughts and my dreams in their nooks
Like my opening show on its one end With the years crowded there in between And together they give me reminders Of my soon coming brief closing scene
Yet my heart holds a peace at its center For God promised that I have a place And the one who is writing my chapters Keeps the best for the last by His grace
So, teach us to number our days, That we might get a heart of wisdom Psalm 90:12 ESV
We each have a role in Psalm twenty-three Ours is to follow, Our Father’s to lead He owns the green pastures where He offers us rest And He leads by still waters on the path that is best Will we choose to lie down Will we worry instead? Will we follow HIs footsteps Through the valley ahead?
Will we sit at the table, He’s prepared with His treasure While the enemy watches He fills cups beyond measure Will we rest and receive? Will we stay? Will we leave? For a home waits ahead For all those who believe!
The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want He maketh me to lie down in green pastures He leadeth me beside the still waters Psalm 23:1-2 KJV
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