I’m still thinking about the words to the Live song that I posted a few days ago. I’ve spoken to Remy about this before, and I think maybe we even talked about this very same song. It’s tempting to leave it where it is, in the mouth of an angry man, and shrug our shoulders and say golly, too bad for him. But we serve a God who always turns to good what we mean for ill, whether we ever come to realize it or not. While it seems likely that the author is still running from the Good Shepherd. Many of us can turn those words to praise: Rather than leaving me to myself, God has been a Shepherd who would not leave me alone. He’s in my face with his love and mercy: The shepherd of my days. Thanks be to God.
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