My Shepherd

 

Lost amongst the bush of thorns

I found my way to hide

Away from all that haunted me

And wolves with hungry eyes.

 

My wool still soft and baby-fine

Was pierced and bleeding raw

Painfully I cried for help

Would my shepherd hear my call?

 

The wolves now snapped and snarled

Outside my prison cell

They threatened to expose me

To the fiery depths of hell.

 

And when all hope was stripped away

Two hands of strength reached in

How did my shepherd find me

Lost beneath my sin?

 

His hands of comfort found me

Yet I struggled with the fear

Of thorny spikes that threatened

My woolen coat to tear.

 

Strong hands of peace enfolded me

And covered me with love

Through piercing thorns He lifted me

Into His arms above.

 

He held me close unto His heart

Pierced hands that set me free

With blood that dripped upon the ground

My shepherd rescued me.

                                               Anne M. Edgar