🔥“Though I Walk, I Won’t Break”🔥
(Psalm 23 in the William S. Becker style)
The Lord is my Shepherd, He rips out my fear,
He drags me through hell till my vision is clear.
He breaks my ego like glass on the floor,
Till I crawl on my knees craving only Him more.
He leads me through valleys I never deserved,
Where wolves tear my flesh, so my heart can be served.
He shatters my pride with a rod made of flame,
And burns every excuse I ever used to blame.
I walk through the shadows where death starts to call,
But His Light is a fist that refuses my fall.
My enemies gather, but tremble in shame,
For He feeds me with mercy and humiliates pain.
He pours oil on wounds I once hid like a crime,
He whispers, “You’re Mine,” beyond body and time.
His goodness is violence against every doubt,
Till the darkness inside finally gets driven out.
And when all that I am is no longer my own,
When the Shepherd has stripped me right down to the bone—
His house is the place where the broken hearts dine,
Where the cup overflows with His fury divine.
So take every fear, every lie, every sting,
My Shepherd is death to the ego I cling.
And I swear with my blood and the breath in my chest,
I will rise from the grave and be held in His Rest.
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