Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Lord Is My Shepherd

The Lord is my Shepherd,
and I, am His lamb.
He hears all my bleating,
knows where I am.

Watches me fall down,
then watches me Fly.
Loves me regardless,
and I don’t know why.

Why did You choose me?
So weak, and so poor.
Why Lord, so many,
much stronger….and more.

and He said,
The poor ,
are the Richest by far.
They know who I Am,
‘The Bright Morning Star.’

The weak can be molded,
Girded by Me.
Hearts full of compassion,
for those yet to See.

and the fool seeketh Wisdom,
thirsts to know more.
ever humbled and yearning,
to Fill, and to Pour.

I came down for the broken.
I came down for the lost.
I came down for the ones,
who will not count the cost.

Then I think He smiled,
as His Hand brushed my cheek,
………
‘I Am The Good Shepherd,
and I know my sheep.’

Elizabeth

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Psalm 100:3,
‘Know ye that the Lord he is God; it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.’

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