Saturday, 4 August 2007
Jesus Is My Shepherd

I like to take the time
To think and to ponder,
About all God's lost Sheep
Who continue to wander.

I remember the times
When I went astray.
I did not seek guidance
And I failed to pray.

I hid in the mountains
And veered from His path.
He searched and then found me
But showed no great wrath.

By pastures so green,
He guided me home.
I felt safe and secure,
Feeling no need to roam.

Instead, I sensed care,
And I knew that my wool,
Was far less protection
Than a saved and cleansed soul.

He fed and loved me.
He's my Shepherd and Rock.
And I know it was much better
To stay in His flock.

~Benjamin