dumb lamb

I’m supposed to write about my favorite Psalm but I woke up at 3:00a.m. with this in my head…

Oh no, not again…where am I?

If I don’t get lost at least once a day it means I never left…which really, if I knew what was good for me, I wouldn’t—leave the fold that is.

 

But, I’m just a dumb lamb.

 

That’s why I’m glad, The Lord is my Shepherd.

My sense of adventure is keen. But my sense of direction is nil. So, my curiosity takes my eyes off the flock and into the field—to that soft fluffy thing blowing free in the wind. I step out on my own, to the great unknown. It looks so inviting blowing soft and carefree

 

I wander on over just so I can see

As I get closer, just up under that tree

I notice it’s the tail of a lion; and he’s looking at me

Oh, how do I always get myself into such a mess?  

Surely I’ll be lamb chops before my next breath

 

But what’s that I hear, but my Shepherd’s tone

He whistles with a sling and a stone

The lion’s no match in this ring

 For my Shepherd is the Lion King

         

He carries me on strong shoulders

Makes me lie down in green pastures

My dreams are fearful, for that lion I still do see

So, He sings songs of healing, and restores my soul to me

 

He leads me down the path I should go

And even deaths shadow I do not fear

Because my Shepherd is oh so near

His rod and staff—they comfort me

 

He even prepares a meal

In the midst of my enemy

And as long as I stay on His trail

Goodness and mercy will prevail

 

And with Him in his castle,

I will live happily ever after.

 

~

 

Like I said, I’m supposed to write about my favorite Psalm—but, hmmm, I wonder which one I should choose. Maybe this one, what do you think?

 

Psalm 23

New King James Version (NKJV)

 

The Lord the Shepherd of His People

A Psalm of David.

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.