by Marcie Bridges

He will feed His flock like a shepherd;
He will gather the lambs with His arm,
And carry them in His bosom,
And gently lead those who are with young.
Isaiah 40:11

There have been days when I felt like a switch flipped in my brain. I would wake up, be doing well, having a good day, and then out of the blue my mood would change.

I’d quit singing. Everything around me turned from technicolor hues to grey.

Sometimes I just needed a good long nap. Sometimes it required the heavy artillery—a chat with my best friend.

But even these “happy pills” couldn’t, shouldn’t, can’t take the place of the best prescription in the world. 

His name speaks peace to me.

Many a dark day
    drowns out my praises;
Hours of isolation
    subdues my power;
Darkness descends rapidly
    my heart grows colder.


Somewhere in the bleakness

    comes a comfort and a peace
Like a shepherd rescuing
    a lamb from canyon deep
Holding it close to his breast
    there in his arms to rest
Then as he releases me back
    into the fold my lips begin
A soft song of praise
    as I follow his lead to water’s edge.

~Marcell Warner Bridges
©26 March 2017
All Rights Reserved.

And when I am in my greatest time of need, He gathers me into His arms and loves me like no one else can.

Then once again, my soul and my voice, releases praises unto my Lord, the Shepherd of my heart.

From My Heart to Yours,

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