He carries me
Like a sheep in His pasture
Oh so free
From disease and disaster
My good Shepherd is He
And we’re the people of His pasture
Oh, how He carries me.
CjM
28 July 1989
Psalm 28:9
Thirty-one years ago, I wrote this in the heat of summer. It is a short poem that I often recite in troubled times. I was barely twenty-one years old and the words of the Psalms were a great comfort to me then as I hope they are a comfort to you now. Whatever you face, He will carry you. Be well.
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