The Lord is our shepherd,
I shall not want.
The Good Shepherd reminds me that the silly sheep belong to him, and that Jesus probably stuck his tongue out to his disciples and friends.
God leadeth me beside still waters, so that ,at times, I am a contented sheep.
When I am a frazzled sheep, overwhelmed and tired, God restoreth my soul.
Even when I want to hide my meager sheep’s head in a bucket, or wander away from the fold–God sends the Holy Spirit to lead me back on the path of righteousness.
And when the path wearies, God gives us a deep and uncompromising sleep, for The Good Shepherd’s name’s sake.
Like a sheep, I am clothed in the beauty your mercy; your rod and your staff comfort me. You surround me with love.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, half hiding half jumping at shadows, you are with me.
You anoint my head with oil, my cup overfloweth, and I pant in anticipation of the feast awaiting all of your sheep in heaven. Even in the presence of my enemies, you bless food so it somehow still tastes good.
Some days I leap for joy, remembering that goodness and mercy will chase after me, and someday I will be able to gambol in the house of the Lord, my shepherd, til the end of my life.
So we give thanks to you our Lord and Shepherd, the silly sheep, the resting sheep, the frazzled sheep, the hidden sheep, the exhausted sheep. Help us to see the sheep who are clothed in grace and the sheep who are jumping at shadows, the sheep who hunger for the kingdom and the sheep who remember to leap in joy. Remind us that there is no wrong kind of sheep, and that we, each and every one of us, belong to the shepherd.
In Christ’s name we pray. Amen.
Permission to use or adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta