Like a lamb without a flock I walk through this world blind. I tread my own path with no direction. Turmoil rises in my chest. I cannot breathe as the world barrels down on me. And in my panic, I flee right into the lion's den. But the sheperd calls out to lead me. And in that still small voice, He says "I Am what you feel inside I Am the Master, and you the servant I Am the healer, and your Savior. Reach out to me for I Am here."
Comments (0)
See all