You care for me, direct me, give me all I need, and shelter me at night.
Like a willful mule, I escape from my pen and wander the fields. What do I think I will find? The way of the wilderness is hard, while your yoke is light.
Still you gently find me in distant meadows and draw me back to my place by your side. O providence, do I even deserve these second chances? Yet time and again, you are so tender with me.
Let me no longer stray from you, Lord.
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