There is a love born away in
Eden’s garden…everlasting, the love for thy spouse. There is a love ground deep in thy loins…sweet fruit of oak,
the love for thy children. And
then there is the love for God, often dormant, but on occasion wakened in thee
in absolute clarity which causes all other loves to fade away. Such love is awakened this
morning.
“The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green
pastures:
He leadeth me beside the still
waters.
He restoreth my soul;
He leadeth me in the paths
Of righteousness for his name’s
sake
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the
Shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff they
comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence
Of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil;
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me
All the days of my life;
And I shall dwell in the house of
the Lord forever.”
23rd Psalm
Thomas Cole's "The Good Shepherd" |
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