God, my shepherd!
I don’t need a
thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet
pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch
my breath
and send me in the
right direction.
Even when the way goes through
Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
when you walk at
my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
makes me feel
secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of
my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with
blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my
life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my
life. Psalm 23
“I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd puts the sheep
before himself, sacrifices himself if necessary. A hired man is not a real
shepherd. The sheep mean nothing to him. He sees a wolf come and runs for it,
leaving the sheep to be ravaged and scattered by the wolf. He’s only in it for
the money. The sheep don’t matter to him. John 10:11-13
God, pick up the pieces.
Put me back
together again.
You are my praise!
Listen to how they talk about me:
“So where’s this
‘Word of God’?
We’d like to see
something happen!”
But it wasn’t my idea to call for Doomsday.
I never wanted
trouble.
You know what I’ve said.
It’s all out in
the open before you. Jeremiah 17:14-16
*all The Message paraphrasing
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