art by jeffrey donato

Shepherd's Hill

 Some days the trail I follow grows too narrow and too dense
And I can’t always walk along the top rail of the fence
There are times I can’t move forward - times I can’t back out
There are times I can’t fly high, beyond a shadow of a doubt

I struggle on, stubbornly, not knowing what’s ahead
With the tangle still around me when at night I find my bed
I toss and turn, and turn and toss, and hold my pillow tight
It’s then I go a walking—I go walking late at night

(CHORUS)
I go walking late at night when the world is calm and still
And the stars they light a pathway to the top of Shepherd’s Hill
I lay down my weary body on the cool and tender moss
And I sleep underneath a wooden cross

The Good Shepherd whispers - secrets in my ear
Like a breeze . . . holy secrets - only I can hear
When the morning sun comes softly I’ll be in my own hard bed
But His gentle voice will linger in my soul and in my head

And I’ll rush into the new day like a penny candy store
Like the greenest adolescent who doesn’t know the score
But I know where to find Him when nothing’s going right
I know that He’ll be there, when I go walking late at night

(CHORUS)
I’ll go walking late at night when the world is calm and still
And the stars they’ll light a pathway to the top of Shepherd’s Hill
I’ll lay down my weary body on the cool and tender moss
And sleep underneath a wooden cross –
I’ll lay me down underneath a wooden cross

lyrics: Jean James & Mary James
music: Mary James


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