Poem April 13, 1935 Issue

The Good Shepherd

GERTRUDE GOODING MC CLOUD

How can I want more than I have of good,
Since Love my Shepherd is, and I the sheep
That, though it wanders, seeketh still the road
Where all the flock of His their feet should keep?
His loving voice I hear, it calls so clear.
My stumbling steps haste on to follow Him,
Retracing, till I find my Shepherd near.
His bounty is for me, His light not dim.

When days seem filled with turmoil and with stress,
With haste and worry, in a world of sense,
His hand leads me apart from earth's distress,
Near waters still, to rest in confidence
In His dear care; and I may lie within
The pastures green where Love hath guided me.
He hath destroyed for me the sense of sin,
Restored my soul, my power Spirit to see.

Then, time to rise and follow higher still!
He leads me on in paths of righteousness,
Because His name is Love. I must fulfill
All Love's demands—to greater heights progress.
If, ere I gain the mountain height, I need
To pass through valleys of humility,
Though shadows cast therein seem real indeed,
I know the peace of Love's tranquillity.

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