When healing oil was needed
for the wounds within my soul,
When battered raw and bleeding,
I needed to be whole.
When enemies surrounded me,
and all I knew was fear,
My Shepherd came and found me,
and whispered, “I am here.”
He lifts me on His shoulders
and laughs in fear's face,
He carries me through danger,
and all I know is Grace.
Then gently puts me down again
though enemies abound,
He tells me I am dear to Him,
for I'm the sheep He found!
He leads me to green pastures
and rests me by cool streams,
He lays a table for me
within my darkest dreams.
The nourishment is such
that when it's time to follow on,
I gladly face tomorrow,
for all my fears are gone.
So when I cannot thank Him
for all that's comes to pass,
I'll feast within the wilderness
and wait for greener grass.
When I can't praise for what's been done,
I'll lift my voice out loud
And praise my Lord for who He is
“in” what He has allowed!
Praise who He is, my Shepherd dear,
who gave His life for me,
Who's led and fed and raised the dead
to live in Victory!
Whose rod and staff have saved me,
from all my sinfulness,
He'll wipe the tear, be ever near,
in Glory's Everness.
--Jill Briscoe, from Telling the Truth website, 2017.
