FINDING MY REST
Like the sheep by the still waters, my soul He has restored
Like the sheep that lie in green pastures, I am most reassured
When my soul gets weary, there’s a place of rest on my Shepherd’s shoulder
When my soul faints in thirst, He makes my cup runneth over
Even though I may slumber, even when I fall asleep
Even my Lord and Master will grant me the sweetest of sleep
-IboroTonye-Edet