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In a land mostly parched,
Little sprigs of grass stick
up
here, there, but not everywhere,
But just enough for a shepherd's
flock
to eat of and rest upon.
In a land mostly scorched,
Little springs of water
trickle
here, there, but not everywhere,
But just enough for a shepherd's
flock
to drink of and refresh within.
In a land mostly barren,
True shepherds are so few
here, there, but not everywhere,
But just enough to lead
the flock
to pastures green and waters still.
Jesus is our shepherd.
He is our pasture green,
our sustenance,
our rest.
He is our water still,
our refreshment,
our peace
Here, there, and everywhere,
just enough, and even more.
Psalm 23:1-3 |
