Count on It

When life becomes too great to bear
And each moment met just furthers despair
When you’re left with no answer or ear to turn to
When failures and regrets all come crashing down on you

Count on the cross
Count on His grace
Count on His providence
To cover all that you face

Count on His goodness
Count on His love
Know for tomorrow
Your faith is enough

Still Waters

I see this is by Your hand.

Though not all will understand

How You’ve led me into

Your promised land

The pasture is green

The waters so wide

A land flowing with honey

You there by my side

My soul is refreshed

My heart so content

Each labored step led

By divine Providence

Years in the storm

Now worth the wait

The desires that were born

The mistakes that were made

The changes that occurred

All through grace

Ushering me here

To this moment, this place

Psalm 23:1-6

1The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

2He makes me lie down in green pastures,

he leads me beside quiet waters,

3he refreshes my soul.

He guides me along the right paths

for his name’s sake.

4Even though I walk

through the darkest valley, a

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

5You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies.

You anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

6Surely your goodness and love will follow me

all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord

forever.