The Lord is my Shepherd,
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> > And I am His lamb,
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> > Who loves me in spite
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> > Of the way that I am.
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> > Who sees something in me,
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> > That other folks miss,
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> > And I sometimes think maybe,
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> > Because of this
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> > I've never felt bitter,
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> > Unloved or alone,
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> > Though sometimes I grieve for
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> > My loved ones now gone.
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> > For I've always believed in
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> > The words He has said,
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> > That the spirit lives on,
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> > Though the body be dead.
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> > And I feel closer to Him,
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> > Because of His care,
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> > And I know when I call Him,
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> > That he'll be there.
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> > So I fear not the shadows,
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> > So dark and so dim,
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> > For my Shepherd will carry me
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> > Safely through them
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> > "No weapon that is formed against you will prosper;
> > And every tongue that accuses you in judgment you will condemn.
> > This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD,
> > And their vindication is from Me," declares the LORD.
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