Sustenance

I am thankful for green pastures.
My souls needs to stand again beside still waters
and once again hear the voice of my beloved Shepherd.

Too long, too far, and too many days
have I struggled along.
Peace, rest, sustenance for a wearied soul –
a need, a song.

In these scant few hours of rest
my struggles have ceased and I find again
the sure footing of faith.

Advertisements