Good Shepherd Songtext
von Wovenhand

from the house of bread and battle
until the raising of the dead
He stands to feed them
and from the hand of the Lord they are fed
My Good Shepherd
He does take
great delight in you
great delight in you My Good Shepherd
not by the sea
and all it′s violent, raging at me
nor by the breakers on the shore
above all these
and o'er my people
o′er my people stands the Lord


My Good Shepherd
My Good Shepherd
My Good Shepherd
from the house of bread and battle
until the raising of the dead
He stands to feed them
and from the hand of the Lord they are fed
My Good Shepherd
He does take
great delight in me
great delight in me