“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want” (Psalm 23:1).
This is what the Psalmist, David, wrote all those years ago,
a young man, a Shepherd himself: He saw how You
led, guided, protected Him– and how in need he was of such guidance,
of such protection–
that we are vapors in the wind,
and that does not need to be sad.
I have compared myself, dust,
to another pile of dust,
who walked on the sands of Spain. What is new, again?
This thing You are doing in me,
preparation for the ultimate grand finale–
nothing could compare to this.
Not the fulfillment of worldly desires,
but the fulfillment of Your Will in my life,
even if I am taken by that sharp, shiny, pointed knife
they call trial, sorrow, “the valley.”
Jesus, You are my Joy
no matter the chatter
of the ages.
You set me free, my Shepherd, my God– and I don’t need
the sunset of a distant shore
to know the adventure of a soul, in Your Hands.
(not that there’s anything wrong with distant lands.)
Take me to your lands, Jesus–
I know I will see your Goodness.
Let me see the light of Your Face,
instead, You know
I need You– My Shepherd, My Strength,
Forgive me for fearing the goats,
and envying the rams.
You are the Great “I Am.”
I am YOUR lamb; let me
be led by You,
(As I have approached 21, please make Your desires
for my birthday. For the Life You
have given me.)
“Be strong. Take heart. Wait for the Lord” (Psalm 27:14).
You are the God of the Psalmist, the Author of Salvation–
Help me to write,
to glorify You.
is my prayer.