THE LOST SHEEP…….. (English Poetry)

I am a sheep in the herd
The Lord is our shepherd 
With caring eyes and nice, 
HE led us in the right ways 

In the lovely green pastures 
HE alleviated hunger captured 
To take a deep breath and rest
He carried us to graze in crest

 
To let us quench our thirst
HE called us to the torrent
To cool my mind within me
HE consoled me under a tree

In the dark valley of fear fenced 
HE picked us up and dispensed   
Let's not be afraid as HE is with 
The rod and staff to support worth 

When He led us in the right way
I looked down to the other way
I ran there with interest and zeal 
As it could be a way of ideal

  
Alas! I came missing the due order
I was encircled by doubt and terror
The pack of deadly wolves splayed
On the race to hunt me to be preyed 

 
Body was trembled and too the mind 
I bleated and screamed for the kind 
Voice of me was heard by the shepherd 
The shepherd's voice was that I heard 

Hope was born in me
I ran to him in a glee 
When I cried sobbing 
HE gave me soothing 

HE hugged me in HIS charm 
And carried me on HIS arms  
Pleasantly I will be near to HIM
I will never leave HIM in whim 

“Come, let us bow down in worship,
    let us kneel before the Lord our 
    Maker;  for he is our God
    and we are the people of his pasture,
    the flock under his care.
Today, if only you would hear his voice,
  “Do not harden your hearts as you did at   
    Meribah, as you did that day at Massah
    in the wilderness,
    where your ancestors tested me;
    they tried me, though they had seen     
    what I did.”
                                          (Psalm 65: 6 – 9)