The Lord is my Shepherd.
How is He, my Shepherd?
When He goes searching for me at the end of the day:
Is it sometimes hard to find me?
Does He give up at this time?
Or does He run,
Tired and sweaty if He has a tough time looking for me?
Does He ever give up?
And if He has found me trapped,
Or caught in a dangerous place
And I am dying of pain,
Given up hope,
Feeling completely lost;
Can He pick me up and mend me?
Most of all comfort me?
The Lord is my Shepherd:
I SHALL NOT BE IN WANT.
At the beginning of the day
I shall go running towards Him.
I will adore Him.
Rest in His arms.
In His company.
I will feel at home when I’m with Him.
In His home, I do not fear.
Even if a bad force would try to come near our house.
I am very sure that it
Cannot stand against my Shepherd;
Who is the guard of our home.
Whoever it is will be scared off by the very presence of my Shepherd.
So it is sure…
That I will be able to live in total peace with my Shepherd.
I am allowed to live in this home all the days of my life.
It is my permanent home
And it is with my Shepherd that I will always belong.
I wrote this poem in 2007; the poem is a reflection on Psalm 23. I recently had someone find a framed copy of the poem, printed on green paper. The truth of Psalm 23 doesn’t fade; even today the Lord is my shepherd. Jesus is my shepherd. Jesus is your shepherd, may He guide and lead you in your life’s course.