By Lucia K Haase
I hear a Shepherd’s subtle voice
where quiet waters softly flow.
He calls my name and lays me down
where greening pastures gently grow.
He lends his rod and staff to me
while on the way to hallowed ground,
and guides me on a righteous path
through fears of evil that abound.
I hear a Shepherd call my name;
His house is in eternity.
I hear a Shepherd’s subtle voice;
His hand is reaching out to me.
“I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.”