Gary Bryson Poems
*a Shepherd My Lord Will Be
A shepherd my Lord will be unto me,
A shepherd when I go astray.
His Word my guide, His Will to see,
I’m a sheep who has lost its way.
In folly I have forgotten my path,
In folly I’ve lost my way home.
Yet His voice I hear calling out to me,
Calling me back whenever I roam.
His tender guidance steers my ways
His tender love reprimands,
But a sheep in his flock I will always stay,
Though I err I will heed His commands.
The Poems That She Read
I recall the poems,
That my mother read,
The ones she recited,
As she put me to bed.
Each stanza, each verse,
Is engraved in my mind;
Transporting me back,
Through the years in time.
I remember the softness,