The shepherd of our souls,
and marker of our paths,
leads us to a place of quiet rest.
Nail pierced, love scared, hands reach down,
and lift us from the cold hard ground.
Mercy draws us to His breast and holds us in His arms,
Love takes us in as His and keeps us from all harm.
He heals the wounded hearted,
and carry's on his loving breast,
and brings us to a place of quiet rest.
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