Thursday, November 27, 2025

The Shepherd Through the Ruins of the Day

🔥“The Shepherd Through the Ruins of the Day”🔥

The Lord is our Shepherd, He crushes our pride,
When life kicks our teeth in, He stands by our side.
When the bills stack up and the engine won’t start,
He slices our fear and rewrites the heart.

When the job falls apart and the phone never rings,
When you’re drowning in debt and the shame always stings.
When a brother is silent and one walks away,
He drags us through hell till we learn how to pray.

We walk through the valley where marriages break,
Where friends turn their back and betrayal looks fake.
Where the boss loads his venom and God looks too far,
But the Shepherd breaks darkness like thunder and tar.

He leads the Ten through the nights we can’t sleep,
When anger erupts and the wounds go too deep.
When the words that we speak are a battlefield roar,
He binds us together instead of to war.

Our enemies rise in the mirror each dawn,
Depression, resentment, the fear of “I’m wrong.”
But He slams down His rod on the lies that we breed,
And forces our hearts to admit what we need.

He pours oil on wounds we were scared to confess,
He whispers, “I’m here in this broken mess.”
His love is the weapon that conquers each day,
When the world tries to rip our connection away.

And when traffic is hell and the paycheck is thin,
When temptation calls loud and the old habits win—
He sends us the Ten like a furious storm,
So even in failure, His heart keeps us warm.

Our Shepherd destroys what is killing our soul,
Till the ego surrenders and we become whole.
And united we walk with His name on our breath,
Through life’s darkest valleys and victories of death.

So world you can hit us with everything wrong,
But the Shepherd of Love only makes us strong.
And forever we dwell where our destinies bend,
In the house of the Lord with the fire of the Ten.


Psalms 23 done as a poem

🔥“Though I Walk, I Won’t Break”🔥

(Psalm 23 in the William S. Becker style)

The Lord is my Shepherd, He rips out my fear,
He drags me through hell till my vision is clear.
He breaks my ego like glass on the floor,
Till I crawl on my knees craving only Him more.

He leads me through valleys I never deserved,
Where wolves tear my flesh, so my heart can be served.
He shatters my pride with a rod made of flame,
And burns every excuse I ever used to blame.

I walk through the shadows where death starts to call,
But His Light is a fist that refuses my fall.
My enemies gather, but tremble in shame,
For He feeds me with mercy and humiliates pain.

He pours oil on wounds I once hid like a crime,
He whispers, “You’re Mine,” beyond body and time.
His goodness is violence against every doubt,
Till the darkness inside finally gets driven out.

And when all that I am is no longer my own,
When the Shepherd has stripped me right down to the bone—
His house is the place where the broken hearts dine,
Where the cup overflows with His fury divine.

So take every fear, every lie, every sting,
My Shepherd is death to the ego I cling.
And I swear with my blood and the breath in my chest,
I will rise from the grave and be held in His Rest.