He is My Israel

In my stillness, You were there.
In my wrath, still—You were there.

“Come, my beloved, come…”

I was tangled in the thorns,
but You lifted me free.
The wolves surrounded me,
and I was weak with hunger.

They stole my bread,
they drained my water.
But You struck them down with Your staff
and carried me in Your arms.

You sheared my wool,
yet clothed me in a robe of Your making.
You pulled out my thorns,
and covered me with hyssop.

You washed me clean,
and led me beside quiet waters.
Behold—I am made new.

Your light caught my breath;
I whispered “everlasting” into Your heart.

And in my breathless groans,
peace arrived hither,
tomorrow, yesterday, and before me.

I drink and am filled.
I drink and am filled again.
And I will drink forevermore.

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MacLaren Expositions Of Holy Scripture, "The Shepherd King of Israel, Psalm 23:1"

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