Who the shepherd keeps is kept,
Though swept by whirlwind into the darksome night;
Morning joy shall end the nights of many sorrows.
Who the Shepherd keeps lacks nothing,
In splendor and majesty
He lends to nations
That the heathen may come to the father
Through His Son.
Who the shepherd keeps wept,
Frail and trembling,
He longs For His master on the edge
Of the water brook, that mercy may avail to save.
Who the shepherd keeps He searches for,
Mountain high, valley low
He longs for that precious soul who has believed a little
Just like a child.
I tot of u now & always.
Inspired by psalms 23,jan,13th 2007,-9:40am
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