The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. (Psalm 23)
Our pasture is green. The grass is thick.
But the sheep are anxious, apprehensive.
I am unable to calm them. Or myself.
He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. (Isaiah 40:11)
Intercede, Good Shepherd!
Lift each lamb to your breast.
Cradle them in your arms.
A firm but warm embrace.
Still their racing hearts, their frantic thoughts.
Protect my sheep - your sheep.
I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me - just as the Father knows me and I know the Father - and I lay down my life for the sheep.