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.
Such a little thing we call the ant,
It seems he has no word for “can’t”.
They’ll climb up over, around, and through,
It seems there is nothing ants can’t do.
They never quit, they never stay,
They always find another way
to get to where they need to go;
I wonder how they seem to know.
This bug so small, this tiny speck.