The Lord, my Shepherd, leads me. Sometimes we travel through lush meadows or linger by still waters. Often we wind our way through rough terrain, and I feel I can’t stand it anymore. Then, the Lord, my Shepherd, takes me by the hand, and I find strength to journey on.
The Lord, my Shepherd, restores me. When my soul is barren and my dreams crushed He opens for me windows of hope.
The Lord, my Shepherd, guides me. He snatches me from pitfalls and encourages my sagging spirits.
The Lord, my Shepherd, walks with me. Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes we cry. Sometimes we run and sometimes we crawl. Ah, yes! The Lord, my Shepherd, walks with me.
The Lord, my Shepherd, sustains me. He replaces my sorrow with joy. He picks me up when I stumble, and cuddles me when I’m afraid.
The Lord, my Shepherd, is a Forever Guide. When this earth life ceases He’ll whisper, “Come with Me. The best is yet to be!”
Published in Mature Living, March 2001