Shepard Of My Heart
The pastures green or so it seems
Venture we will with dreams we scheme
What we would like not of his will
My heart stubborn feels unfulfilled
I look around and grasp at things
Worldly to me like the brass ring
I once would catch when once upon
A Carousel spinning now gone
My walk hammered, feels like a pulp
Is all that's left where barely hope
Is what we have and what is left
Of life and Him and tears we've wept
He is the Shepard I came to know
He is the breath in me that blows
The right amount of air to breathe
To sustain life, His thought conceived
This write compelled me to confess
He is my Father and nothing less
Today His will, I must obey
If just this thought, we must convey
I shall not wander too far from Him
For there the road becomes my sin
Where lost is where my cause begins
To drown despaired where I can't win
He is the Shepard who calls to me
Return my son I beckon thee
There is treasure not seen by eyes
Do not forsake your greatest prize
He is the Shepard of life in death
He is the keeper of what is left
Of one who calls and cries dear Father
Your son who feels today strayed farther
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