Good Pastures

My eyes are heavy,

My heart seems weighted.

This life, the sorrows within –

I can’t escape – I must escape!

These feelings within,

My heartache so deep.

How to escape, how to resolve?

Escape is only for a moment –

A resolve – it’s for a lifetime.

I see a field – A field so green.

The flowers glisten in the sun,

My eyes squint shut from the brightness of the sky –

What is this place – I feel so safe.

I look behind, I see a man –

He looks like the sun, His robes radiant and bright.

He’s watching me – he sees my tears.

Who is this man – I feel so safe!

He reaches out – He takes my hand. 

He leads me here,

Into the the good pasture.

He hides me in the rock –

He shelters me from each fear.

His hand reaches – His fingers touch.

No memory can destroy,

No hurt can take away –

This warmth, this comfort,

This Good Pasture.

The Lord is my shepherd!

How can I want?

He leads me here –

Into the Good pasture.

I run with Him – I cry with Him.

I escape to him,

And he resolves every fear.

Look to this pasture,

Look to this man.

He’ll take you by the hand –

He’ll walk beside you,

He’ll be your savior –

Like He is mine. 

Psalms 119:114, 143, 174-176