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 sheepThat, though it wanders, seeketh still the roadWhere 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 confidenceIn His dear care; and I may lie withinThe pastures green where Love hath guided me.He hath destroyed for me the sense of sin,Restored my soul, my power Spirit to see.

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