Saturday, September 21, 2013

My Shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He makes me lie down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

for you are with me;

your rod and your staff,

they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me

in the presence of my enemies;

you anoint my head with oil;

my cup overflows.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me

all the days of my life,

and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord

forever. Psalm 23

My Shepherd

I admit the tendency to wander
distracted by the wind and the light
the soft grasses and the stream call me
and I forget to listen to the call.

Sitting alone and dreaming I might
be tempted to believe my strength
the cool of the shade does lull me
and sleep comes to my eyes.

When storms break out suddenly
I cry out in fear and loss
although I have never been left behind
nor far from the watchful loving eye.

Tempted with sweet distractions
climbing over other rocky hill
my shepherd knows my foolish mind
and call me home to rest.

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