The Lord is my Shepherd, I lack nothing.
He allows me to lie in green pastures...
...but rather than rest and restoration a police officer disrupts my sleep saying, "You can't lie in these
green pastures. They're not for you. Pack up your belongings and 'move along.' Or you will face a fine or imprisonment."
Thus, I am forcibly provoked to gather my things and move to a far more dangerous place - the valley of the shadow of death - where I will surely be threatened, harassed, fearful that I won't see the next magnificent mile hile dawn.
Who is watching out for me?
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Posted by: JustOneCoolBlog | December 13, 2012 at 05:41 AM