The Shepherd

All the wondering places My mind could go, it wonders today Over into many dividing valleys Where the flock of sheep go stray seeking a shepherd to guide their way. My ere lamb, my precious one I am coming to you over the farmland, By now, you must be weak, barely hanging on Clinging to your own opinion But I am strong, I am coming to give you a hand. I will raise my staff as a wand And lift you up with my hand Throw across my shoulder and take you along. And give you the balm to make you strong