Pasture Eyes
- Marc Haney
- May 4, 2023
- 1 min read
No need for shallow explanations
Of the mysteries of the deep
Knee-high is where I hear the whispers
Of the one I pray my soul to keep
The one with true authority
Speaks gently to his sheep
They know his voice and follow him
Those he calls by name he keeps
Away from snares of evil strangers
From every care and danger
No fear of disaster, he leads us
Into green and peaceful pastures
Beside calmed and resting waters
A table waits, prepared for me
I take my place and rightfully
I am the envy of my enemies
“ . . . I will fear no evil . . . “
(Psalm 23:4)
