Shunned At A Funeral - My Shepherd

In the quiet
Of the meadow
Where the still waters shine
I can feel your hand upon me
Guiding every step in time
When the night is cold and heavy
And the shadows start
To rise
I will walk beneath your shelter
With your mercy as my light
Even when the valley falls dark and deep
I will
Not tremble
I will
Not weep your
Rod and staff
They steady
My head you