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Beside the still waters he leadeth me
Shepherd of my wandering soul
I do not want for anything, you see,
My shepherd has made me whole.
I have walked the treacherous path
But I did not need to be afraid
The rod and staff my shepherd hath
I can lie down in both sun and shade.
When I am tired and, oh, so weary
He renews my spirit, replenishing,
Restoring my spirit when I am dreary
Goodness and mercy are my finishing.
I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
And drink of the living water of life
The shepherd gives to all his adored
Who seek peace and flee from strife.
Written June 3, 2021
#40 on Best New Poems List
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June 10, 2021
~It's Only Through Jesus~
(Rhyme)
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear and there's no other way
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity His love is so Grand
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God, because He's in control of everything you can and may not see
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus! and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2006
March.22.2015
Authors notes: Reference
Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16
IN GOD I TRUST!
My very favorite Psalm in the Holy Bible..Psalm 23.
Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 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.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Amen!
I walk upon the earth with my pup
No one is in sight they are all closed up
Tight within their homes with flight and fear
From the Covid 19 we battle here
It seems on line the only safe place to go
But in my heart I reach for the Savior I know.
Peace He brings, His love is near. He speaks
His word and makes it clear, "I will be with
you, no matter the course, you know by heart
a special verse, would you share what you have
rehearsed? Yes my Lord I will.
The Lord is my Shepard 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 upon the paths of righteousness for his namesake
Yea tho 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 my enemies
Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days
Of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever and ever. Amen.
(The 23rd Psalm)
“The Lord is my Shepherd”
Unless there’s somewhere I want to go
I pretend I’m seeking guidance
Yet my pace doesn’t slow.
“I Shall not want”
But really I know that isn’t true
My appetites are plenty
and I crave what is new
“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:”
Still I am so quick to rise
My Father resides in Heaven
Why do I choose the prince of lies.
“He leadeth me beside the still waters.”
From which I should drink
My soul cries out to be quenched
But it’s blocked by the things I think.
“He restoreith my soul:
So why do I stray
Just a foolish sheep
Who wants to go my own way
“he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.”
I’m willfully foolish
with each step that I take
“Yea though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death.
I will fear no evil:”
As I take in each breath.
“for Thou art with me;”
You haven’t let me go
By softening my heart
you free me to grow
“Thy Rod and thy staff they comfort me”
I no longer fear your correction
Yours is an abiding Love
I’m under your protection
“Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of my enemies:”
They cannot harm me
I’m as safe as a summer breeze
“Thou anointest my head with oil:
My cup runneth over.”
I no longer seek foolish things
With You I walk among clover
“Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.”
Well my friend, my conscience would not allow me the pleasure.
The pleasure not to report the news that I treasure. That as I
open the book, the book full of new's, a book full of true's.
All that I know, and them to be in doubt, one day they will all
shout, "He's coming back", "Before the nite is over". That's what
the Bible (the book) is all about. "Enter ye in at the straitgate: for
wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction.
Lord (now): "Show me the way Home", the poem is all about subduction.
"Before the night is Over, the attempt is to capture your mind". So may
you be aware, as he is lead, lead like a lamb to be slaughter. He is
beaten like as if they don't care, he look like news I cann't share but
the book (Bible) say's the reason he suffer for you and for me.
Because Love, Well yes my friend, [Love] is the reason to feel free!!..
My conscience want allow me the pleasure, that I too was less inform.
That, cause of my sin, I couldn't be reform, and many amonst many was
also in doubt. "Before the night is Over, hope all once blind, now see".
Before the nite is over, before the night is become dawn and just before
the dew hit's the ground.
"Give your life to what is living and not to a deadless Clover". Do this, feel
this.
"Before the night is Over".
(a New Year's Affirmation)
I know not where
the morning light leadeth me,
nor who, as I led, went before
I know not if a sea, a woodland,
or a mountain ahead to climb –
and, thus, my way to explore
For what I may see, may hear,
God, alone, knows true vision,
His worlds of sound, and where
our ultimate journeys are bound
As I must faithfully seek –
if to redeem my soul; for this
earth its Lost and Found....
Can they take back
the rights our parents earned?
Take back the Lynching
and all the houses burned?
Can they move you
to the back of the bus?
And close their doors
to most of us?
Stop us from just saying
it's not fair
When all can see
discrimination there?
All while saying
there is no hate
While one sided judges
decide the debate
Have not traitors, liars
and thieves trickled in?
Where once Providence
and justice judged their sins
Had we reached the pinnacle
of success
before the Devil could stop
our work in progress
"HE LEADETH COUNSELLORS
AWAY SPOILED AND MAKETH
JUDGES FOOLS"
Where once we were in the
right direction, but now they
change the rules.
No need for them to find out
if it's unjust of even cruel
And if you think they love
then you've become a fool
[ Job 12;17-18]
The Lord is my Shepherd
wherever I walk.
He speaks gently to me
and to His flock.
He leadeth me when the waters are scarce.
He leadeth, He leadeth me home.
When I grow weary,
I rest by a tree
and go fast asleep
leaning on my Lord’s knee.
He resteth, He resteth,
He resteth by me.
He leadeth, He leadeth me home.
He playeth His flute as I go to sleep.
The mountains and valleys
resound and repeat.
The songs that He playeth
are ever so sweet.
He leadeth, He leadeth me home.
It’s more than a flicker
from life unto death.
The storm clouds grow thicker
the older I get.
But I have no fear
for the Shepherd I hear.
He leadeth, He leadeth me home.
He leadeth, He leadeth me home.
The 23rd Parody
Loch David Crane
1979
The Hawk is my ship, Sir;
I shall not want.
She maketh me to lie down
in a hard rack.
She bounceth me over
the rough waters.
She unsettleth my stomach.
She leadeth me into
the Indian Ocean
for our country's sake.
Yea, though I sail through
the ocean of the shadow of Communism,
I will fear no aggression,
for she is with me.
Her helos and Tomcats, they comfort me.
She prepareth a fine mess for me
in the presence of the bear.
She anointeth my head,
except during water hours;
my cup runneth dry then.
Surely, good ports and fine memories
shall follow me all the days I am short,
and I will dwell
under her nuclear umbrella forever.
Slip, my soul, as sunset into the sea ---
settled to stay serenely shining
shaded by the Saviour’s starlight
shielded against stain of sin-sting sorrow
scintillating spiritedly.
Seeking succor from sufferings and strife
soul of mine, slip as sunset into the sea ---
surrounded with Sovereign solitude
secured midst salvation’s surety
subdued from stubborn self-centeredness.
Sweetly savouring satisfaction of sincere service
sufficed by the Supreme Shepherd*
sealed soul, slip steadfastly, as sunset into the sea ---
silenced against slothfulness-shouts with sleep’s solace
safely sheltered toward tomorrow’s steadfast stewardship.
*Psalm 23:1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Psalm 23:3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
April 23, 2020
1st place, "Alliteration 004 (I prefer old poems)" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer A; judged on 5/14/2024.
1st place, "Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 4/28/2020.
Praise God, from Whom All Blessings Flow
All Creatures of our God and King
I know that My Redeemer Liveth
O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Come Holy Spirit, Dove Divine
My Faith Has Found a Resting Place
Blessed Assurance, Jesus Is Mine
I Know Whom I Have Believed
Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross
Out of My Bondage, Sorrow, and Night
He Leadeth Me, O Blessed Thought
O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
Send Me, O Lord, Send Me
I Will Sing the Wondrous Story
My Captain, My Captain
July, 2015
Oh, my Lord I sit here tonight pen with in hand
Just wondering where this is going?
I know you have a plan for me
Using me as your pen this night.
Oh, my captain, my captain…
*
You leadeth me to the green grasses on mountain tops
You restore my soul
You make all things rightness in your name
From my mountain tops to my valleys
Oh my captain, my captain…
*
I ask you Lord to take me out of my depths
And lead me to your light that I know
In your son, Jesus Christ
I know that you sent for my salvation.
Oh, my captain, my captain…
*
Lord you built me a house with a strong foundation
The love you give me fills my soul
You have given me love when no other had
Now my house is filled with love.
Oh, my captain, my captain…
*
Oh my Lord, I give praise to you
I know all I have, all that you have given me
Is all my blessings to give too you.
Oh yea, My Captain, My Captain…
~
Picture Taken By Steve Siegel
The 2023rd Psalm
By Mark Stucky
“Above the law” is our shepherd; he shall always want.
He maketh us to lie about the election; he leadeth us into deep divisions.
He stealeth our souls; he leadeth us in the paths of insurrection for his name’s sake.
Yea, though we talk through the valley of Twitter and Facebook, we do fear evil, for hate speech and conspiracies they frighten us.
He prepareth the Big Lie before us in the presence of deniers; he appointeth head officials for his term to runneth over.
Surely narcissism and corruption shall follow us all the days of our lives so that we may dwell in a derelict democracy for ever.
(See also my related poems "The Art of the Devilish Deal," "Bathing with Bathsheba," "Antisocial Media," and "Tweeting the Truth in Love.")
(Image by VENUS MAJOR on Unsplash.com.)
This life
Revolving me around the sun as an elite on this earth my gift,
a present moment fiat
churning days of joy, bittersweets tears, laughter, chagrins
forever partaking, its all me ;
Sensations burning, yearning, learning, accompanied by others
this life that I have chosen from the moment of orb conception
is a volunteered existence, pre-promised
I am following my destiny, wherever it leadeth me ...
My Next Life
I am the essence of His calling deeper then the Marianna trench
a sonar topography returning to the waters of His jet
Like a dying sunset glow, I am His nimbus one more time
returning to the equilibrium of one last outlet
inside the Buddhist wheel, a sacred scroll holds my name
I never do it twice the same, this is my refrain...
As My Breath Flows Here And Now
Succumbing to the memory loss of my last womb experience
I take first breath, first sight into a newborn family of old;
If each lifetime brings an origami experience, a soluble lesson
then let it be me again, and again, and again....
Dec 22, 2021
perhaps i should have looked away
my mind takes me back to the general store
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways
the reading of immortal poems as william mason
sounds off hot off the press the negroe spirit soar
something that only vachel lindsay could ever explore
while the birth of confusion balances over land and sea
perhaps i should have looked away as your scaly form
crawled over my flesh the flame flickered
the lantern fell your gloating pout captured me
in your haste in your lure daintily aimously mine eyes
leadeth me through hidden trenches a cold damp stynch
of blood soaked wood weeping moss throughout
the musty bayous perhaps i should have looked away
while white sheets were being draped startling
my trembling wide knees stifled my embrace
as i clung to my father's fist lincolns hat tumbles
kennedy's heart rumbles
while my pappy's blood smeared over france
staining britains arches flowing throughout
the niles of jordan pouring into pakistani borders
perhaps i should have looked away
while staring into my blind grandmother's
faithful gaze as her hands clapped the sound
of many men while hatred spread a contagious
outbreak silencing syria corrupting mankind
perhaps i should have looked away my mind captured
followed by this ageless odorless soundless calm
liquifying malice greed and shame into a vile mist of envy
seeping through the pore's of green pastures contaminating
golden corn green giants purdue farms honey suckled plums
red delicious apples into rotten tomatoes tye dying tainted cotton
fields of hanging levi's perhaps i should have looked away then
when none not even one of us could see hear fear evil nor end