Psalm Of The Lost

Psalm Of The Lost short poem

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I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting
I lie down in dry and brown pastures of pain
I am shipwrecked on high troubled seas
My soul is restless, tossed, and torn
I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable path
Death awaits ahead, and I am alone and afraid
I did not listen and have gone astray
I am unprotected, insecure, and unfulfilled
I now must reap what I have sown until I die

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

One does not always have to reap what one has sown, many a time you sow what you sow and you reap what you reap.


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