Poetry - The Lord is My Shepherd // written by @kadosh2340

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The Lord is My Shepherd

Says
I do not have to struggle
I do not have to walk 40 years through the wilderness
I do not have to circle round this high mountain
In search of daily bread
I do not have stay up
Worried through the night
I do not have to cry my eyes
Into a pool of salty water
It does not have to go on this dark way
I do not have to show my toughness
Through this painful roughness

Says
Beside my agony
I shall find His remedy.
His wings spread wide
And I sit upon them.
He takes my parched throat to the sea.
And when the parched throat sees the sea,
The lips leap into dancing.
Beside this green pasture,
I shall always find water.
This suffering that has bent my back
Into Camel’s hunch
Shall no more be.

The Lord says He is my Shepherd.
And if the shepherd allows His sheep to wander away,
Allows His sheep to hunger away,
Allows His sheep be plundered by lack,
Then His résumé is salt-less soup.
©kadoshgeneral

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