WATERS DEEP AND STILL
I saw a painting of the Master by
waters deep and still,
Near pastures green and soft where
sheep wandered at will,
His hands were gripped around a staff,
watchful eyes aglow,
A face full of serenity and a gentle
love to show
To the grazing sheep as He watched
so diligently,
I thought if I belonged to His fold,
would He know me?
If He quietly called my name would
I know His voice,
Could I go to Him when He called,
make the wiser choice?
I know the look of unconditional love
that shows there,
I can almost hear His voice when
He answers prayer.
Yes, He is my good shepherd and leads
me to His fold,
I pray that I may never wander away
into the desert cold.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 24 January 2004
Thenka to Simon Dewey (2002 calender)