The lord is my shepherd, why should I stumble?In the midst of tribulation, He holds my handsHe Protects me from my greatest adversary Fights my battle in times of warAnd feeds me whenever hunger strikesNever have I ever lacked,For he always has provided In my shivering and pain,He heals meNever has he ever forsaken me,Though my ungrateful self doesHe gifted my mouth with songs and graced my hand with poetry.What a gift I didn’t deserve Can’t count the number of time death was deservedInstead, he showed me graceHe calls me his, Though I don’t feel worthyYet by my side in my greatest falls, He Remains What a loving God I call my own,though his love is not deserved by me