The valley of the shadow of my death
Is filled with hidden demons clawed with doubt.
Though evil may dissuade with ev’ry breath,
I have no fear: my Shepherd’s here throughout.
My soul draws nigh toward this journey’s end
And I stand facing my eternity,
But when I die my spirit will ascend:
My Shepherd’s face is all that I can see.
He holds the rod of strength, His Holy Word;
His staff is victory beyond the grave;
When I pass on, this body is interred,
Yet there’s no sting; my spirit He did save.
Though I must walk into the valley floor,
My Shepherd guides me through an open door.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4 KJV