The Lord is My Shephard
The Lord is My Shephard
flows through his mind as
long, long journies await.
The dew of the morning still on the garden rose,
while sun-rays hit water droplets
that shows colors of the Shephard's promises.
Joy of the sunrise brings hope that was
broken by his sunset.
New garments for today that replace tears
of his clothes wet.
The voice of the Gardener calling,
ringing in his ear;
which whispers the truth ever so clear.
The Lord is My Shephard
flows through his bones, as he
stands in the Valley alone.
God's Thought
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