Psalm 23:1-3The Lord is my shepherd,
- I shall not want.
- He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.
- He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.
A Psalm of David.
David's life was far from easy. Still we find one of the most memorable pieces of music or poetry in the Bible recorded in this Psalm. In the midst of the chaos of David's life he finds rest in the Lord. As one of His sheep David finds complete provision. There is protection and rest. And inside that trust David follows his Lord's guidance.
Our lives are hopefully not as chaotic as David's, but there is a rush and demand for our time and resources that has the capability of crowding out of many important things - God, Bible, family, friends. There are pressures from various camps that put pressure on our religious freedoms and beliefs. A much more subtle attack than a man chasing you with a spear or his army.
The first verse of this hymn sets the tone for the song that matches the tone of David's psalm. "He leadeth me, O blessed thought!" What a promise we are given. Hebrews 13:5b "Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee."
If we can learn to find that place in our hearts and minds that no matter what our circumstances, we have His promise to provide four our basic needs our lives would be far less fraught (filled) with stress. Allowing Him to lead though daily life and trials is not some thing we all yield to easily, but it clearly David found the peace we often seek or try to create on our own.
Lord Jesus - Thank You for Your love and the gift of music. It is easy to believe that you care for us and have our best interests at heart. And still it is hard to allow you to do the things you promise You will do! There are times we must be broken down to give up control and see your provision right in front of us. Thank You for Your patience. Amen.
He Leadeth Me
He leadeth me, O blessed thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful foll’wer I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes ’mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, o’er troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
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