He is our Shepherd - we are His sheep,
To pastures green He leads us.
But when our wanderings take us deep,
To dank dark ways, horizons bleak.
We're gently guided at His behest
'Neath shady branches - to take our rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's a beauty Cecilia, a lovely read. Sincerely Ernestine