The Lord’s Will
The Lord will be our shepherd,
That’s the only thing I know.
Despite our shame, our fear and pain,
You best believe we’ll grow.
We’ll dig our roots in very deep
Towards Pangea’s core,
Then listen, gently, for the sound
Of Jesus at the door.
We’ll stretch our branches heavenward
Providing holy shade,
So people come and gather round
To sing of mem’ries made.
With every fiber in our soul,
The Lord will make our spirit whole.