Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death
I will tremble and quake and hide behind couches.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
My face is in the carpet, scratched by the wiry pile, and I can't breathe . . .
He leadeth me beside still waters
My tears roll down my face and I can't stop them or stifle the sound.
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me
But ******* it I fear just about everything else, and most of all, losing you.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And what good is that when I don't know if I will live through today?
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Death
I will tremble and quake and hide behind couches.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
My face is in the carpet, scratched by the wiry pile, and I can't breathe . . .
He leadeth me beside still waters
My tears roll down my face and I can't stop them or stifle the sound.
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me
But ******* it I fear just about everything else, and most of all, losing you.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
And what good is that when I don't know if I will live through today?
