Sometimes,
when I’ve wandered far from His grace and like a little lost lamb, feel very
abandoned and lonely and almost
wonder if my Shepherd still loves me and get
scared because wolves are coming close and I know they want to devour me though
they initially seemed even friendly.
I cry out,
deep in my heart; I cry out with my little voice.
And He hears
me, the Good Shepherd to whom I belong.
He comes
over to rescue me; he breaks my legs so I have no choice but to rest in His
arms for some part of the journey.
And He
speaks words of comfort to me; He brings me fresh grass to eat and refreshes me
with clear, clean water.
I bask in
His love and I am at peace.
All is well,
the Shepherd loves me.
Angela Azumah Alu, 20/4/2015, Airport
