Shepherd God

(Wells/Witt)

I took my troubles to the Lord
And I laid them at His feet
My knees had buckled beneath the weight
But my Lord reached out for me
Oh, my Shepherd God,
How He loves his flock
How He seeks the lost
And the least of us
I am tended by my Lord
In my Lord I trust
He lifted me like an injured lamb
And He carried me back home
Where His Word is alive and His truth is a song
That restores the weary soul
Oh, my Shepherd God,
How He loves his flock
How He seeks the lost
And the least of us
I am tended by my Lord
In my Lord I trust