The Lord, our Shepherd, is ever faithful, His hands gentle upon our lives, guiding us with tender care through the valleys of shadow and doubt. Death may feel near, but it cannot touch us with the Shepherd guarding. In His presence, we lack nothing, for He leads us beside still waters, where peace flows like a river, soothing the deepest places of our souls. He restores us, weary from life’s journey, and sets us upon paths of righteousness, not because we are worthy, but for His name’s sake, which is bound in love and mercy. He knows our weaknesses and still chooses to carry us, lifting us onto His shoulders when the path becomes too steep, the burdens too heavy. His faithfulness is an endless stream, quenching the thirst of our souls, never running dry. Even when the darkness closes in, and fear seeks to entangle us, we find no fear, for His rod and staff comfort and protect, a constant reminder that He is near. His love surrounds us like a shield, anointing our heads with oil until our cup runs over, spilling grace and goodness in every direction. In every season, whether in green meadows or barren deserts, His goodness remains, unwavering and sure. He is the Shepherd who never abandons, whose promises are as certain as the dawn, forever faithful, forever near. Surely, His goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives, as faithful as the morning sun, and in the house of the Lord, we will dwell forever, wrapped in His unending embrace, where every tear is wiped away, and every sorrow turns to joy. His watchful care never wavers, His presence never falters, and in His arms, we are safe.🤍
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