Life in the pasture,
isn’t always green . . .
for nothing appears
always as it seems.
Though the grass is soft,
underneath my feet
often with a dry patch
my footsteps still meet.
That is why I pray,
for Jesus to lead me
around the rough patches
before them I even see.
For He is my Shepherd,
who I trust avidly
to be my guide be it
victory or tragedy.
Life in the pasture,
isn’t always green
but when Jesus returns . . .
is will be pristine!
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The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures: he leadeth
me beside the still waters.
King James Version
Public Domain
Copyright 2019
Deborah Ann Belka
