Therefore can i lack nothing

I shall not want. See the difference here? In lieu of that, I want to ask you to repeat those eight words out loud The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing for the next minute.

It will have impact. Do it. Tell Siri to set a timer for one minute and do it. It is for your soul. Nor am I the co-pilot. I do not need someone to help me when I am in a pinch. I need constant guidance, provision, care, and direction. I am a sheep. Jesus is the shepherd. He knows what I need, and he supplies it. Still waters to drink from with their serenity in the midst of anxiety?

Those are not goods and services the Shepherd provides. They are the fruit of his presence. They come with the Shepherd. And I need a lot of help. I need help with my kids. I need help with my job. I need help with making ends meet. I need help with my diet and exercise. I need help with my sadness. Amidst the darkness and the deeps Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

The sons of earth, and sons of hell, Gaze at thy goodness, and repine To see my table spread so well With living bread and cheerful wine. How I rejoice when on my head Thy Spirit condescends to rest!

Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise. My shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is his name; In pastures fresh he makes me feed, Beside the living stream. He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake his ways; And leads me, for his mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace. When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.

Thy hand, in sight of all my foes, Doth still my table spread, My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head. The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days: O may thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise! There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest, But like a child at home. The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied. He leads me to the place Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass And full salvation flows.

In spite of all my foes Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows, And joy exalts my head. My Shepherd's mighty aid, His dear redeeming love, His all-protecting pow'r display'd, I joy to prove: Led onward by my guide, I view the verdant scene, Where limpid waters gently glide Through pastures green. In error's maze my soul Shall wander now no more; His spirit shall, with sweet control, The lost restore; My willing steps shall lead In paths of righteousness; His power defend; his bounty feed; His mercy bless.

Affliction's deepest gloom Shall but thy love display; Thou wilt the vale of death illume With living ray; My failing flesh thy rod Shall thankfully adore; My heart shall vindicate my God For evermore. Thy hands an unction shed, Whose balmy sweets abound; It honours my devoted head, With gladness crown'd. While hid from ev'ry ill, From each infernal foe, My cup ten thousand comforts fill, And overflow. Thy goodness, ever nigh, Thy mercy, ever free, Shall while I live, shall when I die, Still follow me; Forever shall my soul Thy boundless blessing prove; And while eternal ages roll, Adore and love.

He makes me down to lie In pastures green; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. My soul He doth restore again; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Even for His own Name's sake. But thy loving-kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:.

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, in the house of the Lord, in the house of the Lord, forever, forever. As noted in the previous post, the music seems to descend from on high beginning with the glissando of the harp.

The movement from high to low voices symbolizes the descent of both sheep and Shepherd into a valley. The third time they sing this phrase, they do so in unison to express their common desire that His Name be glorified. The unison voices serve a purpose: the daunting experience of entering into the Valley seems to bring them together. It is almost as if they are huddled closely together, walking arm-in-arm through a dangerous place, looking warily about.

Thereafter, they keep their eyes firmly fixed on these, which give them comfort and confidence to continue the journey. Immediately after that, the sheep begin to rise and emerge from the Valley to escape their enemies. The anointing of their heads with oil and the prospect of a banquet solicits the deepest desires of the sheep for the joys that lie ahead. They can now see that the end of their journey is near.

It is the single moment in the piece where the music reaches a decisive fortissimo highest and loudest point :. After that peak moment, there is a period of denouement with oboe, harp, voice and strings gently carrying the listener into a place of peace and blessedness.

The harp concludes with a lovely gentle arpeggio, and the voice of the Shepherd, so lyrically portrayed by the oboe throughout, is fittingly the last sound heard.