My Good Shepherd

When I can hear His voice,
My heart starts to rejoice;
Knowing He does not sleep,
As He is watching His sheep.

I follow to wherever He goes,
From where still water flows;
To the green fertile pasture,
For my needs He will nurture.

I crave nothing and do not fear,
In knowing He is always near;
He comforts me with His rod,
For certain that He is my God.

He restores my soul in His name,
After repenting guilt and shame;
Even through death's dark vale,
I follow along the righteous trail.

I fear not the evil as it passes by,
Since He commands I will comply;
For He shall give me eternal life,
Dwelling in His home without strife.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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