Poem August 23, 1924 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Shepherd

EVA B. ROWE

The Shephered of the flock is Love!
We rest refreshed, secure,
By living waters, calm, serene;
No distant fields allure.

E'en through depression, dark with doubt,
We walk with Him to guide.
No lurking evil will we fear;
He doth our needs provide.

His gentleness shall make us glad,
His staff of love uphold;
His rod of truth shall gather us,
His loving arms enfold.

His mercy never ceaseth more,
His strength is ever bold;
Naught shall make void this promise sure—
"One shepherd and one fold"!

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