In the meadow, calm and bright,
The Shepherd stands, a gentle sight,
With a lamb in His loving arms,
Guiding all with peaceful charms.
His staff leads through the darkened night,
A guiding star, a source of light,
Each step we take, He’s by our side,
In His embrace, we safely hide.
The flock, they follow, heart and soul,
In His care, we are made whole,
Through storm and strife, through joy and fear,
His love surrounds, He’s always near.
The Shepherd’s love, so pure, so true,
A light that shines, a hope renewed,
With every step, we find our way,
In His arms, we’ll never stray.
About the Creator
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