He Restores My Soul (Psalm 23)
Copyright © Becka deHaan, revised 2009

Living here in this pasture land
I know I have nothing to want.
I can graze and rest in this soft green grass;
And when the sun gets hot, my Shepherd leads me to a cool fresh lake.

If it weren’t for him, I don’t know where I’d be today;
Probably still where he found me, about to be swallowed by that pack of wolves.
But…
Chorus: He restores my soul, for the sake of his own name:
If I’m lost, he’s out there searching, beckoning me back.
I cannot contain my joy, it overflows onto the ground.
And the best part is: This pasture land is home, and I’ll live here for all of time.

We go for walks, my Shepherd and I,
Through winter snow or summer sand.
Sometimes miles and miles in a deadly zone;
But he’s going on ahead, got protection on both sides.

But when all we pass is a tree from time to time,
That is when we’ll burst into that old favourite song.
‘Cause…

[Chorus]

We come home to a table all set out;
My enemies can’t take the scene.

Yeh, incredible goodness and everlasting love
Will accompany me all the days of my life!
And…

He restores my soul, for the sake of his own name:
If I’m lost, he’s out there searching, beckoning me back.
He restores my soul, bringing all of me to life:
Lays my body still, my dizzy mind is given breath.
I cannot contain my joy, it overflows onto the ground.
And the best part is: This pasture land is home;
And the best part is: This pasture land is home;
I’m home, and I’ll live here for all of time.
All of time (ad libs)