i am a shepherd. or a sheep herder. depending on the day. sometimes, when we have their cookies, i have to run cuz they are following. sometimes we have to herd them. i am both…
it really feels quite odd…it’s been such a long time. so many people, repeating in unison as if they’re brainwashed. “the lord is my shepherd….” the older I get and the less frequently I experience it? the more it feels like it’s own cult.
In life we are shepherded at all points in time. when young, our parents, teachers, and elders shepherd us and as we grow up there are various other factors that shepherd us. In fine, the whole of mankind is shepherded by the life giver.
Who else but God, oh mighty one?
Nothing compares to your love.
Nothing comes close to the intricacy of the world you designed.
And you’ve given me it, oh, I can call your heart mine. <3
I had a peculiar dream about a shepherd once. He had long, black hair and thick eyebrows that matched. I found one of his lambs and returned it to him. Afterwards, we lay under a tree for hours, as he taught me everything one needs to know about being a shepherd. I feel that, though it was a dream, if all else fails, I have a promising career as a shepherd.
I turned to my little boy who stood at the edge of the mountain. “Sweetie, come back please! It’s dangerous over there!”
“But mom…what about the sheep?” He pointed to where my sheep stood stuck grazing the grass.
That’s when the earth shook.
And I saw my baby tumble over the edge.
The shepherd sat gazing into the night sky. The stars shone, and the moon was full. He knew this was the life he wanted. Yet, thinking back on his past, he was unsure, knowing that right now he could have been laying in silk sheets rather than on the cold ground. But, he knew this was were he belonged, this was his life, he would’ve never been able to change into the type of person she was. Their class difference was too much to handle.
jesus is my shepherd. is the first thing that i think of. I think of a leader with a staff and many sheep following him. I just think of God. It has religious meaning.
ahh there isnt aenough time to express the story of a lonely shepared, nothing bu the blind sheep to follow in his shadow, he is their leader, the alpha male of a species that is not even his own.
Shepherd be a light to thee. I am not religious, but I like this idea. That of a guide. Everyone feels a little lost sometimes, I am right now, honestly. School is just like it should be and I am being really bad about doing just as I should be. I have been watching television instead of reading for my classes. I am about, oh, three, four weeks behind. Its not pleasant, but I cant seem to make myself start catching up. That’s the problem with things I think are easy, I don’t do them till its to late. It would help to have a someone to help keep track of me a bit.
Sonja ran along the fields des[erate. that one damned sheep was gone. IF she didn’t get it back to her father in time, he would be furious. Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath her running feet, she was falling, falling, falling into a strange and verdant world, so unlike her own dry land.
Shepherd. Like sheep? That’s what i’ve always thought of it as. When teachers realized that I couldn’t pay attention in classes they told my mom who would always say “herd your sheep into your little pen” and the sheep were like my thoughts and the pen was like my brain and I was the Shepherd working to keep myself in line day after day after day.
“The sky’s so bright from here, and blue”, that’s what they all said when they visited the world in which Martha had always lived. “What’s it like to live as a god?”, they all asked the same question. Or possibly the age old question of “Why?”, how the hell was she supposed to know? The world doesn’t come with a handbook.
You lead a herd more faithful than Manson’s lot. You’re a god in their eyes, you know? With a single flick of your pinkie you could command the seas to part and the open to open and bring forth the sun. That’s what they think; drugs are a powerful motivator, aren’t they?
Jesus is my shepherd. He guides me, allowing me to grow into a better person. He keeps me safe. Without him, I would be lost, like a sheep without his shepherd.
Shepherd like sheep. They do nice things for the fluffy little animals. Jesus was sometimes called a shepherd. I think shepherds would make good presidents because they would be very caring and do nice things for us. Shepherd’s pie is supposed to be good. IO want to try that now. Maybe it will be gross though.
It’s one thing to believe that you have something to say, that your words are pearls of wisdom raining down for the benefit of mankind. It’s is easy to believe that one has a special place in heaven and earth. It’s quite another to run after a load of wooly-arsed, half-witted mutton heads in the lashings of rain as they try to climb trees and dig ditches with their heads. Be a shepherd? I will in me hole.
Cold winter after noon, snowed in three feet deep
warm whiskey and cold beers
fireplace at your feet
the place is crowded with unfimilar faces
all around for the same reason
the shepherd’s pie is delicious
i take each warm bite
with each delicious sip.
He wrapped his arms around me, like so many times before. But this time, it was different. I inhaled and smelled the fresh laundry scent from his clothes. I knew something was wrong; his smell–that used to fill me with longing–repulsed me. I tried to hold my breath to keep from gagging. It felt like forever until he let me go. But when he did, I knew I was free of him. Like a shepherd with his lamb, I was let out of the gates, and I ran without looking back.
as the shepherd walked out to the field he noticed something odd. there were no sheep, he looked all around him, nothing. he walked back home, and waited day and night for them to go back. one week passes, no sight of them. this is the first time he realized that the sheep were his life. and without them he had nothing to do.
I blinked into the distance.
Impossible.
It was really Him. It was God himself, coming for me.
To damn me to hell.
I quaked in fear, ready for the angry blows that were sure to come, but instead, when I looked up, I saw a kind face and a powerful and calming voice called out my name and holding out a and, He said, “Let’s go home.”
Blinking and afraid, I tenderly placed my hand, small in comparison, into his, and warmth and serenity spread through me. Smiling, and with tears in my eyes, I said, “Let’s go.”
The shepherd looked after the sheep for forty years and never had time to go to town and meet a girl. So he never found a wife and never married and now he is dead and has no children to take care of his precious sheep. The moral of this story is – don’t work all the time.
there was once a lonely shepherd. he hated his life. he hated his wife. he hated his dog. he hated his sheep. one day he woke up, climbed up to the nearest cliff, looked down at the beautiful blue water below, and jumped off the cliff. He died. There was no longer a lonely shepherd.
the shepherd went out to the field to get his sheep. but! he came upon no sheep…they were simply gone! no where to be seen, what happened? He began walking back when *clunk* he was out, cold. as his eyes flickered open there was a bright light on his face, blinding him.
the shepherd tried so hard to keep his sheep in line but could not do it without the help of his dogs. they were missing for 3 days now. he was helpless with out them. he didnt realize how much they helped.
Jesus was a shepherd? Wait. No. He wasn’t literally a shepherd. Just parabolically. Is that not a word? Idk. I think you know what I mean. He was a shepherd in parables. Ha. I like sheep. Have you ever held a sheep?
The shepherd of my life is probably my friend Mallory. She acts kinda like my Jesus. She is the “all knowing” (not really) protecter/guide of my live, and I would be lost without her.
My Lord Jesus Christ, the one I’m not sure I believe in anymore. I want to believe he’s there, but I have a hard time thinking about it. Now that I’m at school I seem to be having an even harder time. I love him, or at least the idea of him. I don’t know what to do. Life is hard. I want God. Badly. Nothing but God. please….
the lord is my shepherd, i shall not want. he makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside still waters. he restores my soul. yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil, for thou art with me. thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
my math teacher gave me a problem today…it was about a Shepherd and his goats…the shepherd was trying to use the money he got from his goats to buy a “sweet ride” as he says..the whole class just laughed at the mans problem..but it actually taught me something in math..hes a funny man
To me, a shepherd is a person like the Lord Jesus Christ. We are the sheep and he is the shepherd. In biblical times a shepherd would do anything and everything to keep his sheep safe. He did this by protecting them and watching them. He was always with them. Just like Jesus is with us all of the time.
the LORD is MY shepherd, I shall not want.
jesus. boom.
i am a shepherd. or a sheep herder. depending on the day. sometimes, when we have their cookies, i have to run cuz they are following. sometimes we have to herd them. i am both…
it really feels quite odd…it’s been such a long time. so many people, repeating in unison as if they’re brainwashed. “the lord is my shepherd….” the older I get and the less frequently I experience it? the more it feels like it’s own cult.
In life we are shepherded at all points in time. when young, our parents, teachers, and elders shepherd us and as we grow up there are various other factors that shepherd us. In fine, the whole of mankind is shepherded by the life giver.
Who else but God, oh mighty one?
Nothing compares to your love.
Nothing comes close to the intricacy of the world you designed.
And you’ve given me it, oh, I can call your heart mine. <3
I had a peculiar dream about a shepherd once. He had long, black hair and thick eyebrows that matched. I found one of his lambs and returned it to him. Afterwards, we lay under a tree for hours, as he taught me everything one needs to know about being a shepherd. I feel that, though it was a dream, if all else fails, I have a promising career as a shepherd.
I turned to my little boy who stood at the edge of the mountain. “Sweetie, come back please! It’s dangerous over there!”
“But mom…what about the sheep?” He pointed to where my sheep stood stuck grazing the grass.
That’s when the earth shook.
And I saw my baby tumble over the edge.
The shepherd sat gazing into the night sky. The stars shone, and the moon was full. He knew this was the life he wanted. Yet, thinking back on his past, he was unsure, knowing that right now he could have been laying in silk sheets rather than on the cold ground. But, he knew this was were he belonged, this was his life, he would’ve never been able to change into the type of person she was. Their class difference was too much to handle.
jesus is my shepherd. is the first thing that i think of. I think of a leader with a staff and many sheep following him. I just think of God. It has religious meaning.
Whenever I think of a shepherd, I tihnk of Jesus.
Sheep to his shepherd
shep pie
baaaaaaaaaaaaaa
herd….a shep of herd.
ahh there isnt aenough time to express the story of a lonely shepared, nothing bu the blind sheep to follow in his shadow, he is their leader, the alpha male of a species that is not even his own.
baa baa black sheep have you any wool? has it all been lost while we’ve exiled you?
Shepherd be a light to thee. I am not religious, but I like this idea. That of a guide. Everyone feels a little lost sometimes, I am right now, honestly. School is just like it should be and I am being really bad about doing just as I should be. I have been watching television instead of reading for my classes. I am about, oh, three, four weeks behind. Its not pleasant, but I cant seem to make myself start catching up. That’s the problem with things I think are easy, I don’t do them till its to late. It would help to have a someone to help keep track of me a bit.
Sonja ran along the fields des[erate. that one damned sheep was gone. IF she didn’t get it back to her father in time, he would be furious. Suddenly, the ground gave way beneath her running feet, she was falling, falling, falling into a strange and verdant world, so unlike her own dry land.
Shepherd. Like sheep? That’s what i’ve always thought of it as. When teachers realized that I couldn’t pay attention in classes they told my mom who would always say “herd your sheep into your little pen” and the sheep were like my thoughts and the pen was like my brain and I was the Shepherd working to keep myself in line day after day after day.
“The sky’s so bright from here, and blue”, that’s what they all said when they visited the world in which Martha had always lived. “What’s it like to live as a god?”, they all asked the same question. Or possibly the age old question of “Why?”, how the hell was she supposed to know? The world doesn’t come with a handbook.
You lead a herd more faithful than Manson’s lot. You’re a god in their eyes, you know? With a single flick of your pinkie you could command the seas to part and the open to open and bring forth the sun. That’s what they think; drugs are a powerful motivator, aren’t they?
Jesus is my shepherd. He guides me, allowing me to grow into a better person. He keeps me safe. Without him, I would be lost, like a sheep without his shepherd.
Shepherd like sheep. They do nice things for the fluffy little animals. Jesus was sometimes called a shepherd. I think shepherds would make good presidents because they would be very caring and do nice things for us. Shepherd’s pie is supposed to be good. IO want to try that now. Maybe it will be gross though.
It’s one thing to believe that you have something to say, that your words are pearls of wisdom raining down for the benefit of mankind. It’s is easy to believe that one has a special place in heaven and earth. It’s quite another to run after a load of wooly-arsed, half-witted mutton heads in the lashings of rain as they try to climb trees and dig ditches with their heads. Be a shepherd? I will in me hole.
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leader, offers guidance and acceptance. has many followers. good intentions or bad. charismatic and electric.
Cold winter after noon, snowed in three feet deep
warm whiskey and cold beers
fireplace at your feet
the place is crowded with unfimilar faces
all around for the same reason
the shepherd’s pie is delicious
i take each warm bite
with each delicious sip.
He wrapped his arms around me, like so many times before. But this time, it was different. I inhaled and smelled the fresh laundry scent from his clothes. I knew something was wrong; his smell–that used to fill me with longing–repulsed me. I tried to hold my breath to keep from gagging. It felt like forever until he let me go. But when he did, I knew I was free of him. Like a shepherd with his lamb, I was let out of the gates, and I ran without looking back.
as the shepherd walked out to the field he noticed something odd. there were no sheep, he looked all around him, nothing. he walked back home, and waited day and night for them to go back. one week passes, no sight of them. this is the first time he realized that the sheep were his life. and without them he had nothing to do.
I blinked into the distance.
Impossible.
It was really Him. It was God himself, coming for me.
To damn me to hell.
I quaked in fear, ready for the angry blows that were sure to come, but instead, when I looked up, I saw a kind face and a powerful and calming voice called out my name and holding out a and, He said, “Let’s go home.”
Blinking and afraid, I tenderly placed my hand, small in comparison, into his, and warmth and serenity spread through me. Smiling, and with tears in my eyes, I said, “Let’s go.”
The shepherd looked after the sheep for forty years and never had time to go to town and meet a girl. So he never found a wife and never married and now he is dead and has no children to take care of his precious sheep. The moral of this story is – don’t work all the time.
there was once a lonely shepherd. he hated his life. he hated his wife. he hated his dog. he hated his sheep. one day he woke up, climbed up to the nearest cliff, looked down at the beautiful blue water below, and jumped off the cliff. He died. There was no longer a lonely shepherd.
she led them through fields:
cold and dark,
sharp green blades brushed against her ankles.
they were untouched by the colors of the morning.
the shepherd went out to the field to get his sheep. but! he came upon no sheep…they were simply gone! no where to be seen, what happened? He began walking back when *clunk* he was out, cold. as his eyes flickered open there was a bright light on his face, blinding him.
“I’m trying real hard, bro. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherd.” Blake said, glaring pugnaciously at his opponent.
“Yeah, okay Tarantino! Make your move then!” Greg replied.
Blake stared for a moment longer, a moment too long for Greg’s liking.
Then he moved his rook.
the shepherd tried so hard to keep his sheep in line but could not do it without the help of his dogs. they were missing for 3 days now. he was helpless with out them. he didnt realize how much they helped.
Jesus was a shepherd? Wait. No. He wasn’t literally a shepherd. Just parabolically. Is that not a word? Idk. I think you know what I mean. He was a shepherd in parables. Ha. I like sheep. Have you ever held a sheep?
The shepherd of my life is probably my friend Mallory. She acts kinda like my Jesus. She is the “all knowing” (not really) protecter/guide of my live, and I would be lost without her.
the shepherd watches his clouds
eyes scanning, leaving sunbeams in his path
he will never abandon them.
come darkness, come dire.
My Lord Jesus Christ, the one I’m not sure I believe in anymore. I want to believe he’s there, but I have a hard time thinking about it. Now that I’m at school I seem to be having an even harder time. I love him, or at least the idea of him. I don’t know what to do. Life is hard. I want God. Badly. Nothing but God. please….
the lord is my shepherd, i shall not want. he makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside still waters. he restores my soul. yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil, for thou art with me. thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
my math teacher gave me a problem today…it was about a Shepherd and his goats…the shepherd was trying to use the money he got from his goats to buy a “sweet ride” as he says..the whole class just laughed at the mans problem..but it actually taught me something in math..hes a funny man
To me, a shepherd is a person like the Lord Jesus Christ. We are the sheep and he is the shepherd. In biblical times a shepherd would do anything and everything to keep his sheep safe. He did this by protecting them and watching them. He was always with them. Just like Jesus is with us all of the time.