You're my shepherd
And I'm the sheep.
Your all knowing
And I'm weak.
I scurried off into the mountain
But you come running there after.
Bringing me back
To this succulent pasture.
Fulfilling my thirst
For you are my master.
A shepherd, who's grateful and just.
Leading me past
These wolves,
I stand close to you.
Giving me life
To protecting you,
My loving master.
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