The Lord is my shepherd, but who is my Lord? I do not lay down to this book. I follow the words of the wise. Who would rather walk beside us than lead, would rather be struck than to strike, and respect nature and morals before a building of man.
A Shepherd is someone who leads his flock to green pastures, however this is not always the case. We would like to have a good shepherd today, to guide us out of this recession, that is killing our people, killing their dreams.
victor walkes
He was their shepherd, their leader. No matter how much he didn’t want it, they begged him to stay. They claimed that without him all they had created would fall apart. He tried and tried to convince them that the strength was within them. They never believed him and that was their downfall.
call to the shepherd
call to the shepherd
we got some sheep off the beaten track
call to the shepherd
call to the shepherd
let em go too far – never coming back
Billy crossed the road fast, and never took his time
to contemplate his mortality whilst waiting in line
he lived the fast paced life, and that much is for sure
he never went faster then when I hit him with my door
murder in the red barn
Wandering alone over the hills he rarely saw anyone. The only place he found people was in the nearest town a days horse ride away. He liked the peace and quiet, with only the company of his wife and children life seemed simple. Just the way it should be.
DLSH
Oh! I got nothing to do with you. I don’t care what does this means. HAHAH
My dog is a german shepherd. Funny isn´t it. I think I like this tool. Is creative, original and can definately help me finding new and interesting ideas. I still don´t know how it works but seems to be pretty cool. Ok, I´m done. I don´t want to keep on writing.
carlos
The Lord is my shepherd. In the midst of everything, God brings peace. God’s love gently guides and never leaves.
Leah
Running wildly free through the tall grass of the meadow, he could think nothing else other than happiness. The way the wind tore through his hair, his voice carried across the breeze towards the sheep waiting there. With a wolfish grin, baring his teeth, he leapt forward and began to run around them – for the sheepdog was truly the shepherd here.
When the previous page told me that I’ll see only one word and I have to write about it, I thought it must be something that I don’t know the meaning of it. My English vocab is so low! Anyway Here is it. I lamented!
Nachiketa Das
The dog sprang into action as the boys ran through the house. Instinct took over and she was quickly at their heels, nipping and yipping in an attempt to guide them.
Essays35
Stand by me
Protect me from myself
Divert my pathology
Hold my hand
Walk me through this desert
neanymac
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures he leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul.
The shepherd guided his sheep across the field. Everyday it was done. And everyday it would be the same. Forevermore, he would guide.
Kerrin
He restores my soul:)
Beautyfor_ashes
shepards pie
watch the heard
a young border collie lines them up
one after the other
and his master follows behind
cane in hand
watching over his animals
Ria
There is this book called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho that ended up changing my life. My entire outlook on life, the path we choose and the path that is already predetermined for us was upended. I have a better respect for the direction my life could take just by listening to my heart.
Jenni
if god was my shepherd would i blame him for the dangerous alleys and rivers he sends me down. rumbling and rambling through dark idle waves even the silence numbs my understanding of how and why my moral choices make any sense or not. most of all, i can’t discern if whether or not i have perspective on both my embarrassments and championships, and if one is really the other.
blanka
Lead me shepherd
I walk in the gray areas between the lines
and i need you to lead me
please
Leah
Jesus is my shepherd. Done. Oh yes, I also like sheep. Shephard’s pie is good too, according to some people, but my mom always put peas in it, which I dislike. Weird, right? who would do that? Ew. Jesus is good though. Yep.
Kristina
Isn’t that an adorable shepherd over there? I know it is a bit early to have Christmas decorations out, but in this case I am glad that they did. Aside from the shepherd, there are several lovely things that I would like to put out in my living room this year.
The shepherd stood before his sheep, tall as a giant, the grandest thing they had ever seen, grander than they dreamed any could be.
They took each word he said, obeyed it as if it were the only way. As if he knew everything.
And then they didn’t. Because it became inconvenient. So they pulled and pushed and played make believe and erased until his words represented their convenience.
The shepherd was, after all, just a man.
If Yuri was a shepherd, she thought that she would crowd all her friends together downtown into an alley and lock them right there so these little pesky sheep won’t disturb her fun time. By fun time Yuri meant having a nice chat with Taeyeon in a way people won’t think they were going out.
Because they clearly weren’t.
“Yuri where are the others?” Taeyeon questioned and they were in a very nice cafe overlooking the city.
“They’re just out in the fields, shopping like always.” The girl smirked, cleverly hiding the keys inside her pocket as she reached for Taeyeon’s warm hands. “Just like pesky little sheep.”
a person who watches over livestock or simply any sort of organism that has life and can make decisions that need guidance. Playing a big brother father type role. Making sure that nothing can stray off and get lost in the world outside the fence. Which in hypothetical terms could be literally anything. From outside school, to growing up and moving into the outside world.
Brent Wise
god. gray beard. kill his son. sheep. mountains rocky. traveling loniless.solitude. cattle sticks of wood gathering. help. a job su
kayla
there was a silly shepherd that lived on the mountain with all of his sheep. he loved cheese so much that he married it. then he made his sheep construct a house for his cheese bride. the end. he then forced the sheep to watch while he consummated the cheese marriage by eating his cheese bride. the shepherd is a horrible man.
Zero Concept
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.
I really do not even know what those words mean.
That the lord will provide for me and I will be satisfied?
That is a load of bullshit.
Why do I still want? Why do I still need? I have faith, just not that God will provide me with EVERYTHING I need.
Stasha
i followed the shepherd for 3 days, if he noticed he didn’t show it, we slept together under the silent stars, i absorbed the calmness of each moment, shadowing his life.
He gathers his sheep, a wave of burnt leaves crash to their shore, they sing a song like butter, howling like wolves, loving, the minutes pass and bitter coolness arrives with the sunset, gradation of greens, oranges and yellows dance along the tips of the grass, the shepherd hesitates, deciding to let the sheep enjoy some more breaths of autumn till dusk.
Maddi
The lord was not my shepherd, that role did my first grade teacher have. She was a short, bearded woman in her late forties and with eyebrows that grew together over her spotted nose. She was a kind woman.
It’s so true..I am constantly getting lost, but I find my way back to God because I feel like all my answers and problems get resolved when He finds me…or vice versa.
Frankey
We thought of him as our shepherd. He came in, gathered us, lead us places. He made us do whatever he thought we should do, what he thought we had to do. He showed us off, even took care of us, but wasn’t afraid to make a sale.
Being treated like sheep gets old. Really fast.
Seventeen years of being herded and worn, and now that I can finally leave, I’m terrified.
She knew it had something to do with Christmas, but she wasn’t quite sure what. So her parents didn’t raise her within a religious setting, so what?! It’s not like he had to bit her head off for it!
“You don’t know what part a shepherd played in our Lord and life?!” he exclaimed.
“So what?!” she bit back. “Why do I even have to believe in this ‘Lord’ you say??”
Derek Shepherd. Mmm. McDreamy is right. However, after rewatching all of the seasons for a second time, I have grown to dislike him. As sweet and charming as he is, he’s a douchebag. He treats Meredith like a little kid and not the adult that is his wife. Forgive and forget. Keep your work life out of your personal life.
there once was a sheep and she got loose so the shepherd had to run and jump a fence to get him. all of a sudden a truck came and ran the sheep over and then the shepherd cried. but then he got a new sheep the next day so it was all good! yay! he had some yummy hamburgers and went to bed.
Kelsey Forman
A young boy skips along luscious green hills of his home village, but when he arrives to his goat’s hill, they all lie prostrate against the bristling grass. He screams and horror and darts towards his mother bustling along their clothes line. She jerks away from the waving clothes and widens her eyes at the shouting boy.
Regina
“like jesus?” I ask hopefully
“yes… I suppose, but we aren’t promising you any god given gifts we just need you to mind our sheep.”
“oh… well I guess that’s ok then.”
the man raises an eyebrow.
I try my best to look like a completely logical grown man.
arabella anderson
Shepherd. God these words are stupid. What kind of prompt it shepherd? Only one thing comes to mind: sheep. And because of my insomnia it makes me angry to have to write about a sheep counter.
An unseen shepherd to her wayward flock, she watches over us, steers us in the right direction, tells us right from wrong and never lets us stray beyond her reach. She leads us not into temptation but for those of which she wants us to taste. We know not her name or her face out of the millions around us but know well enough the bark that we do not desire to know the bite.
The shepherd is supposed to mindfully watch over the sheep. Today was no exception, except that the sheep had taken over the pasture and there was no regaining control. Sometimes one has to recognize and accept their limitations. Some battles are best left alone. The sheep might just be right.
The Lord is my shepherd, but who is my Lord? I do not lay down to this book. I follow the words of the wise. Who would rather walk beside us than lead, would rather be struck than to strike, and respect nature and morals before a building of man.
A Shepherd is someone who leads his flock to green pastures, however this is not always the case. We would like to have a good shepherd today, to guide us out of this recession, that is killing our people, killing their dreams.
He was their shepherd, their leader. No matter how much he didn’t want it, they begged him to stay. They claimed that without him all they had created would fall apart. He tried and tried to convince them that the strength was within them. They never believed him and that was their downfall.
call to the shepherd
call to the shepherd
we got some sheep off the beaten track
call to the shepherd
call to the shepherd
let em go too far – never coming back
Billy crossed the road fast, and never took his time
to contemplate his mortality whilst waiting in line
he lived the fast paced life, and that much is for sure
he never went faster then when I hit him with my door
Wandering alone over the hills he rarely saw anyone. The only place he found people was in the nearest town a days horse ride away. He liked the peace and quiet, with only the company of his wife and children life seemed simple. Just the way it should be.
Oh! I got nothing to do with you. I don’t care what does this means. HAHAH
My dog is a german shepherd. Funny isn´t it. I think I like this tool. Is creative, original and can definately help me finding new and interesting ideas. I still don´t know how it works but seems to be pretty cool. Ok, I´m done. I don´t want to keep on writing.
The Lord is my shepherd. In the midst of everything, God brings peace. God’s love gently guides and never leaves.
Running wildly free through the tall grass of the meadow, he could think nothing else other than happiness. The way the wind tore through his hair, his voice carried across the breeze towards the sheep waiting there. With a wolfish grin, baring his teeth, he leapt forward and began to run around them – for the sheepdog was truly the shepherd here.
When the previous page told me that I’ll see only one word and I have to write about it, I thought it must be something that I don’t know the meaning of it. My English vocab is so low! Anyway Here is it. I lamented!
The dog sprang into action as the boys ran through the house. Instinct took over and she was quickly at their heels, nipping and yipping in an attempt to guide them.
Stand by me
Protect me from myself
Divert my pathology
Hold my hand
Walk me through this desert
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures he leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul.
The shepherd guided his sheep across the field. Everyday it was done. And everyday it would be the same. Forevermore, he would guide.
He restores my soul:)
shepards pie
watch the heard
a young border collie lines them up
one after the other
and his master follows behind
cane in hand
watching over his animals
There is this book called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho that ended up changing my life. My entire outlook on life, the path we choose and the path that is already predetermined for us was upended. I have a better respect for the direction my life could take just by listening to my heart.
if god was my shepherd would i blame him for the dangerous alleys and rivers he sends me down. rumbling and rambling through dark idle waves even the silence numbs my understanding of how and why my moral choices make any sense or not. most of all, i can’t discern if whether or not i have perspective on both my embarrassments and championships, and if one is really the other.
Lead me shepherd
I walk in the gray areas between the lines
and i need you to lead me
please
Jesus is my shepherd. Done. Oh yes, I also like sheep. Shephard’s pie is good too, according to some people, but my mom always put peas in it, which I dislike. Weird, right? who would do that? Ew. Jesus is good though. Yep.
Isn’t that an adorable shepherd over there? I know it is a bit early to have Christmas decorations out, but in this case I am glad that they did. Aside from the shepherd, there are several lovely things that I would like to put out in my living room this year.
The shepherd stood before his sheep, tall as a giant, the grandest thing they had ever seen, grander than they dreamed any could be.
They took each word he said, obeyed it as if it were the only way. As if he knew everything.
And then they didn’t. Because it became inconvenient. So they pulled and pushed and played make believe and erased until his words represented their convenience.
The shepherd was, after all, just a man.
If Yuri was a shepherd, she thought that she would crowd all her friends together downtown into an alley and lock them right there so these little pesky sheep won’t disturb her fun time. By fun time Yuri meant having a nice chat with Taeyeon in a way people won’t think they were going out.
Because they clearly weren’t.
“Yuri where are the others?” Taeyeon questioned and they were in a very nice cafe overlooking the city.
“They’re just out in the fields, shopping like always.” The girl smirked, cleverly hiding the keys inside her pocket as she reached for Taeyeon’s warm hands. “Just like pesky little sheep.”
But clearly, the girl was a wolf.
a person who watches over livestock or simply any sort of organism that has life and can make decisions that need guidance. Playing a big brother father type role. Making sure that nothing can stray off and get lost in the world outside the fence. Which in hypothetical terms could be literally anything. From outside school, to growing up and moving into the outside world.
god. gray beard. kill his son. sheep. mountains rocky. traveling loniless.solitude. cattle sticks of wood gathering. help. a job su
there was a silly shepherd that lived on the mountain with all of his sheep. he loved cheese so much that he married it. then he made his sheep construct a house for his cheese bride. the end. he then forced the sheep to watch while he consummated the cheese marriage by eating his cheese bride. the shepherd is a horrible man.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.
I really do not even know what those words mean.
That the lord will provide for me and I will be satisfied?
That is a load of bullshit.
Why do I still want? Why do I still need? I have faith, just not that God will provide me with EVERYTHING I need.
i followed the shepherd for 3 days, if he noticed he didn’t show it, we slept together under the silent stars, i absorbed the calmness of each moment, shadowing his life.
He gathers his sheep, a wave of burnt leaves crash to their shore, they sing a song like butter, howling like wolves, loving, the minutes pass and bitter coolness arrives with the sunset, gradation of greens, oranges and yellows dance along the tips of the grass, the shepherd hesitates, deciding to let the sheep enjoy some more breaths of autumn till dusk.
The lord was not my shepherd, that role did my first grade teacher have. She was a short, bearded woman in her late forties and with eyebrows that grew together over her spotted nose. She was a kind woman.
The Lord is my shepherd….
It’s so true..I am constantly getting lost, but I find my way back to God because I feel like all my answers and problems get resolved when He finds me…or vice versa.
We thought of him as our shepherd. He came in, gathered us, lead us places. He made us do whatever he thought we should do, what he thought we had to do. He showed us off, even took care of us, but wasn’t afraid to make a sale.
Being treated like sheep gets old. Really fast.
Seventeen years of being herded and worn, and now that I can finally leave, I’m terrified.
She knew it had something to do with Christmas, but she wasn’t quite sure what. So her parents didn’t raise her within a religious setting, so what?! It’s not like he had to bit her head off for it!
“You don’t know what part a shepherd played in our Lord and life?!” he exclaimed.
“So what?!” she bit back. “Why do I even have to believe in this ‘Lord’ you say??”
Derek Shepherd. Mmm. McDreamy is right. However, after rewatching all of the seasons for a second time, I have grown to dislike him. As sweet and charming as he is, he’s a douchebag. He treats Meredith like a little kid and not the adult that is his wife. Forgive and forget. Keep your work life out of your personal life.
there once was a sheep and she got loose so the shepherd had to run and jump a fence to get him. all of a sudden a truck came and ran the sheep over and then the shepherd cried. but then he got a new sheep the next day so it was all good! yay! he had some yummy hamburgers and went to bed.
A young boy skips along luscious green hills of his home village, but when he arrives to his goat’s hill, they all lie prostrate against the bristling grass. He screams and horror and darts towards his mother bustling along their clothes line. She jerks away from the waving clothes and widens her eyes at the shouting boy.
“like jesus?” I ask hopefully
“yes… I suppose, but we aren’t promising you any god given gifts we just need you to mind our sheep.”
“oh… well I guess that’s ok then.”
the man raises an eyebrow.
I try my best to look like a completely logical grown man.
Shepherd. God these words are stupid. What kind of prompt it shepherd? Only one thing comes to mind: sheep. And because of my insomnia it makes me angry to have to write about a sheep counter.
An unseen shepherd to her wayward flock, she watches over us, steers us in the right direction, tells us right from wrong and never lets us stray beyond her reach. She leads us not into temptation but for those of which she wants us to taste. We know not her name or her face out of the millions around us but know well enough the bark that we do not desire to know the bite.
The shepherd is supposed to mindfully watch over the sheep. Today was no exception, except that the sheep had taken over the pasture and there was no regaining control. Sometimes one has to recognize and accept their limitations. Some battles are best left alone. The sheep might just be right.