THE SON-SHINE SHEPHERD

IF THE LORD WERE NOT MY SHEPHERD

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO,

I GUESS THAT I WOULD FLOUNDER

UPON A ROCKY CHEW.

THE OCEAN'S DEEP AND CHOPPY

THE WIND IS EVERMORE

AND DRIVES MY FRAIL EMBARKMENT

TO THE FALLEN ONE'S DARK DOOR.

THAT DOOR DOES OPEN SEAWARD

I SEE IT AS PLAIN AS DAY

HIS HOUSE IS EVER BLACKENED

WITHOUT GOD'S LIGHTING RAYS

I SEEK MY HOLY MASTER

AND LEAN UPON HIS STAFF

AND LOOK AT BRILLIANT SON-SHINE

THAT LIGHTS HIS HOLY PATH

IF I DIDN'T HAVE A SHEPERD

TO GUIDE ME EVERY DAY

THERE IS NO DOUBT WITHIN ME

MY SOUL WOULD GO ASTRAY.

CALL HIM THE GOOD SHEPHERD

OR MASTER OF HIS SHIP

HE IS MY HOLY CAPTAIN

AND WITH ME ON THIS TRIP

FOR LIFE IS BUT A JOURNEY
WE SAIL OR WALK EACH DAY
THE ROAD, BE GRAY OR LONELY
OR WITH SHOALS WITHIN THE BAY
SIMPLY...NOW AND ALWAYS...
 TAKE THE TIME TO PRAY.

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BY ME-MEB
OCT 18, 20011

Oh yes, I wrote a poem.  I hope you like it.  An afternoon inspiration.  I guess that is what you do on a cold, rainy day where even the autumn leaves are rumpled and sodden on the ground: You just let your mind wander where it will and see what emerges.  That also means that I didn't work too hard, either.  Just didn't feel like it so I didn't!

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