My Shepherd

I look but I do not see
I touch but I do not feel
I listen but I do not hear
I stand but I am not upright
I walk the path but I do not follow it
I've strayed from the path
I've entered the dark
My lantern has gone out
My feet are worn down
My shepherd's gentle hand
Guides me through the dark
And out into the sunlight again





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