Poem

He Restoreth My Soul

Michael Beck Michael Beck

“My people hath been lost sheep: their shepherds have caused them to go astray, they have turned them away on the mountains: they have gone from mountain to hill, they have forgotten their restingplace.” (Jeremiah 50:6)

I cannot face this life alone
I cannot bear the pain
At times “I’m good” and “All is well”
But suddenly I’m lame

I can’t go on; I have no strength
Discouragement sets in
A bed I seek, I’ve had enough
I’d rather sink than swim

But then above I hear a voice
A Man my steps has stalked
With hand outstretched He calls to me:
“Take up your bed and walk!”

The Shepherd who left ninety nine
Has seen me in distress
To rescue me He leaves the fold
To lead me back to rest

Oh Lord You are my Restingplace!
I had forgotten You
You are my hope to carry on
Your grace will see me through

I cannot face this life alone
But with You, “All IS well”
Within Your arms I find a rest
A refuge where to dwell

And in that place where You are found
New strength within me builds
I can through You run longest race
And climb the highest hills

Forgive me Lord for all my pride
In thinking I was tough
How foolish to believe I had
Without You the “right stuff”

Thank you for the trials You send
That bring me to my knees
That drive me through the pain I face
To place where I receive

May I not from You turn back
To face this life alone
I dare not walk a single step
If You remain unknown

“I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.” (John 10:14)


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.