Reflections On A Shepherd

Jehovah, the Shepherd, is my Lord;

His Living Word, the Bible, is my Sword.

I shall want nothing because He cares;

His love casts out all my fears.

I rest in green pastures, His favourite place.

In quiet and comfort I gaze on His face.

The water I drink refreshes my soul;

I have good health and life for He maketh me whole.

A feast He prepares in the presence of foes;

I follow my Shepherd wherever he goes.

So loving and gentle, I just love His voice.

That is why I have made the Good Shepherd my choice.

Even in the dark valley, I am never alone

For I know the Good Shepherd keepeth His own.

His name is my Refuge, even my Strong Tower;

And when I call out to Him, I know I have power.

He anoints me for service and sets me apart;

Thus, I carry His Word deep down in my heart.

He wants me to hide it so I will not sin,

And His seed in my inward parts would take root within.

In the path of His righteousness for His sake He leads me;

On the Fruit of His Spirit He daily feeds me.

Goodness and Mercy are forever on my trail

For the Shepherd of Love does not want me to fail.