The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
Even for His own Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff my comfort still.

My table Thou hast furnishèd
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.

Nothing wounds the human heart more deeply than the loss of a loved one.

Does God care?

"The Lord is my shepherd." Even as we walk in the shadow of death, God is at our side.

Beyond death is an unknown life, where God, in goodness and kindness, welcomes us to dwell in his house for years to come. We think death ends; let us believe it is also a beginning. It brings its terrible loss; let us hope for the promised gain.

"I am the Good Shepherd," Jesus says. "I go to prepare a place for you."