A shepherd is the leader of the flock. He is the guide, he is what keeps the order and the peace. Without the shepherd, the flock would scatter, and endanger itself. The shepherd is the way and the life.
I met him on the hill. I didn’t even think that there were still shepherds these days. He said that he came from down south, but I didn’t hear it in his voice. We talked late into the night by the fire sheep were wandering idlely about.
“why do you do this?” I asked
“Who doesn’t want a Job they can spend under the sun and stars?”
The shepherd was alone, alone for all his followers had left him far behind. He waited for them in silence. Waited as the cold wind blew. And when one returned, a smile crept across his lips as he whispered, “I love you.
The dog was his only friend. The boy say in corner with his baseball glove and bat on the floor next to him. He pet the dog and said nothing.
His mother looked in from the kitchen. She and the boy’s father weren’t they only ones hurting she realized. Her son was being shunned too and the only friend he left was the loyal German Shepherd.
The shepherd will lead the flock to better times, the promised land. Where the people don’t worry about who they are or who they should be. They can live and love and linger as they see fit. No one has to pretend to be anyone else. They live as they are.
my Shepherd lead me down to the river for me to refresh myself from the hot day like a lamb to the slaughter i followed not realizing that he wasn’t the kind shepherd I thought he was but was really a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The shepherd began to cross the plain searching for his lost sheep. Lines etched across his forehead as he was deep 9in thought wondering wherever so could they be?
Drake walked inside the door. He looked around and a small grin played at the corners of his mouth. There, sitting on the table, was roses. He froze and the smile disappeared. It wasn’t a live rose. It was dead. A dead rose. He was starting to get flashbacks of his life he was running away from. He found a note by the flowers.
“We have found you,” it read.
He forgot how easy it is to fall in and out of beliefs. He was raised to believe in God and Jesus and how he’ll lead you to heaven but then this happened. Losing someone always makes you forget about everything you hold sacred because suddenly it feels like nothing will ever feel right again
Full of advice. Is it good advice? I mean would you actually follow any advice from a shepherd?
If it’s about sex… Wait he can’t give you advice about sex. If it’s career wise? Would you really? I don’t think I would. But I’m agnostic so, I already knew the answer to that.
“He is my shepherd I shall not want nor shall I wander from him. He is my love. He helps me when I am down.” She repeated this several times looking down. “Uh.. Mom?”
Shepherd. Protector. Flock. Sheep. We are sheep needing a shepherd, needing guidance, needing direction. We need green pastures and still waters. To church we go.
heard a voice that was soft
and i could barely make it out
it was something about my life
and how to make it proud
i don’t quite yet understand
the message as it came
but i know i’m getting somewhere
or else it wouldn’t have said my name
i’ll listen for more
and try to write it down
and begin to make that voice
proudly stick around
Can you imagine leading sheep around all day? Sleeping in the mountains and fields, foraging and bringing with you only what you could carry in a bag over one shoulder. It would be very simple, and that’s what I want now. A simple life.
shepherd….always reminds me of Christmas, which, as we will soon all find out, is really nothing more than an attempt to corral the masses and maintain decorum.
watching her trace ovals around my spheres, observing every move and fumbling to match it – as a sheep to its herd. but we are not sheep and i am no shepherd.
Shepherd me, Oh Lord
Hide me in the shadow of your wing
You who alone
Are my Lord
I don’t read the psalms much any more. But I’ve always loved the imagery and music of this particular verse. It gives me a sense that I am not alone in my struggles. It calms. It allows me to look forward with hope.
He shepherded a different kind of flock. The kind of flock with beady eyes and lolling tongues. Who wore headphones and neckties and horn-rimmed glasses. Screaming profanities and homophobic speech. And he smiled the whole time, holding onto his microphone, while the media praised him for his courage and daring tone.
A shepherd is the leader of the flock. He is the guide, he is what keeps the order and the peace. Without the shepherd, the flock would scatter, and endanger itself. The shepherd is the way and the life.
The shepherd was not my shepherd but a wolf hiding in sheep’s clothes leading me like a lamb to the slaughter.
I met him on the hill. I didn’t even think that there were still shepherds these days. He said that he came from down south, but I didn’t hear it in his voice. We talked late into the night by the fire sheep were wandering idlely about.
“why do you do this?” I asked
“Who doesn’t want a Job they can spend under the sun and stars?”
The shepherd was alone, alone for all his followers had left him far behind. He waited for them in silence. Waited as the cold wind blew. And when one returned, a smile crept across his lips as he whispered, “I love you.
The dog was his only friend. The boy say in corner with his baseball glove and bat on the floor next to him. He pet the dog and said nothing.
His mother looked in from the kitchen. She and the boy’s father weren’t they only ones hurting she realized. Her son was being shunned too and the only friend he left was the loyal German Shepherd.
The shepherd will lead the flock to better times, the promised land. Where the people don’t worry about who they are or who they should be. They can live and love and linger as they see fit. No one has to pretend to be anyone else. They live as they are.
my Shepherd lead me down to the river for me to refresh myself from the hot day like a lamb to the slaughter i followed not realizing that he wasn’t the kind shepherd I thought he was but was really a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The shepherd began to cross the plain searching for his lost sheep. Lines etched across his forehead as he was deep 9in thought wondering wherever so could they be?
Drake walked inside the door. He looked around and a small grin played at the corners of his mouth. There, sitting on the table, was roses. He froze and the smile disappeared. It wasn’t a live rose. It was dead. A dead rose. He was starting to get flashbacks of his life he was running away from. He found a note by the flowers.
“We have found you,” it read.
This reminds me of a dog
Potato and peas and chicken and cream of something. I schloop you in the crust and bake. You are my pie.
He forgot how easy it is to fall in and out of beliefs. He was raised to believe in God and Jesus and how he’ll lead you to heaven but then this happened. Losing someone always makes you forget about everything you hold sacred because suddenly it feels like nothing will ever feel right again
If the world would embrace
The shepherds cloth wrapped around it,
it would be a good place.
If the world only knew how saved it truly was,
we could live together as one.
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the shepherd sat and ate with his wife. the day had been hard and the evening had started cold. the fire roared and he sat and ate, quiet.
a person as sheep. ;)
I am a shepherd . there is a dog called a german shepherd . they are awesome.
Shepherd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a sheperd is a person that takes care of sheep.
It’s a man who watches sheep and protects them from wolves and things.
if i have a shepherd it can be a dog like a german shepherd. or i think i could be a shepherd like someone who lives on a farm or herds sheep.
a shepherd is a cool name to be called and a coll name for anything. ashepherd is ju
Full of advice. Is it good advice? I mean would you actually follow any advice from a shepherd?
If it’s about sex… Wait he can’t give you advice about sex. If it’s career wise? Would you really? I don’t think I would. But I’m agnostic so, I already knew the answer to that.
I shall not want…
I shall not do a thing…
I shall not miss a thing!
I shall not go astray from my shepherd.
“He is my shepherd I shall not want nor shall I wander from him. He is my love. He helps me when I am down.” She repeated this several times looking down. “Uh.. Mom?”
Bush is in london dont be scared wooly people the population will follow you down to london town
Jesus Christ is the shepherd of all mankind
The lord is my shepherd? Maybe, maybe not.
Shepherd. Protector. Flock. Sheep. We are sheep needing a shepherd, needing guidance, needing direction. We need green pastures and still waters. To church we go.
do you mean sheep herder or sheepherder or shepherd.
heard a voice that was soft
and i could barely make it out
it was something about my life
and how to make it proud
i don’t quite yet understand
the message as it came
but i know i’m getting somewhere
or else it wouldn’t have said my name
i’ll listen for more
and try to write it down
and begin to make that voice
proudly stick around
© LL
Can you imagine leading sheep around all day? Sleeping in the mountains and fields, foraging and bringing with you only what you could carry in a bag over one shoulder. It would be very simple, and that’s what I want now. A simple life.
shepherd….always reminds me of Christmas, which, as we will soon all find out, is really nothing more than an attempt to corral the masses and maintain decorum.
father and mother your charges; care for their very need; an idyllic life-exercise, rustic meals, time for meditaion
watching her trace ovals around my spheres, observing every move and fumbling to match it – as a sheep to its herd. but we are not sheep and i am no shepherd.
a type of dog that will save you and help you take care of sheep very nice breed
aslo someone who heard sheep from place to place for meet, and wool.
maybe i’m not lost.
The LORD is my shepherd, I don’t need anything else
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters, He restores my soul.
if the God of the universe is my shepherd, what could I possibly fear? He provides everything. Do you know Him?
Shepherd
Shepherd me, Oh Lord
Hide me in the shadow of your wing
You who alone
Are my Lord
I don’t read the psalms much any more. But I’ve always loved the imagery and music of this particular verse. It gives me a sense that I am not alone in my struggles. It calms. It allows me to look forward with hope.
He shepherded a different kind of flock. The kind of flock with beady eyes and lolling tongues. Who wore headphones and neckties and horn-rimmed glasses. Screaming profanities and homophobic speech. And he smiled the whole time, holding onto his microphone, while the media praised him for his courage and daring tone.