Nov 7

  • sblowes
    sblowes added a text contribution The Poet's Progress
    David: The Boy. The Shepherd. The Poet. I picture David coming up with the opening lyrics of this psalm. Youngest of the brothers. Out looking after his father’s sheep-farming business without so much as a faithful sheepdog. But there he is, laying in the grass, one foot propped up on a knee, hands clasped behind his head, enjoying the beautiful day… and the fact that while everyone else is off working... Read more »

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