My Cup Runneth Over


Now through the valley on to open plains
I follow in the shadow of my Lord.
Though evil wants to tie me up with chains
He makes a feast for me before the horde.
My faith consumes the sacred bread and wine,
While Satan stands defeated once again,
And grace anoints my head e'en while I dine;
No longer do I serve the likes of men.
My Saviour do I praise forever more!
This cup of joy will always overflow.
His Presence makes my blissful spirit soar,
And where He leads is where that I must go.
            My enemies do watch and gnash their teeth;
            My Shepherd's love surrounds me like a wreath.
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Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over.
Psalm 23:5 KJV

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