Can you hear through the tempest of earthly noise
The quiet call of Christ our Lord
A shepherd’s song that seeks His own,
Fulfilling all His Father swore?
Oh, let our hearts in joy arise
At the gentle timbre of His voice;
For He will shield us from every harm,
And in His keeping we rejoice.
He is the way, the truth, the light
A radiant flame in darkest night.
He leads us on His gleaming path
Toward Heaven’s gate, forever bright.
There, at the place our Father dwells,
Our souls shall rest, our fears shall cease;
For guided by our Shepherd’s love,
We enter everlasting peace.
MARYANN BOSAH 