Shepherd of my soul

 

*The Psalms are beautiful. They are the balm of the soul, songs for the night, and words for every season of life.

Psalm 23 has always been wonderful to me. But when we look at Psalms 22, 23, and 24 together, we see something even more beautiful—the Shepherd in three dimensions.

Psalm 22 — The Good Shepherd who gives His life.

David cries, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Psalm 22 points us to the suffering and sacrifice of Christ. Jesus Himself is the fulfillment of this Psalm.

That is why Jesus said in John 10:11, “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”

The Good Shepherd doesn't merely love the sheep. He gives His life for the sheep.

Psalm 23 — The Great Shepherd who leads His sheep.

Now the Shepherd who died for us is the Shepherd who walks with us.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

He leads us beside still waters. He restores our soul. He guides us in paths of righteousness. Even when we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, He is with us.

Hebrews 13:20 calls Him “that Great Shepherd of the sheep” who was raised from the dead.

The Good Shepherd gave His life for us.

The Great Shepherd now leads us through life.

Psalm 24 — The Chief Shepherd who is coming again. 

The Psalm begins, “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.” And then comes the glorious cry:

“Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in.”

Peter reminds us that when the Chief Shepherd appears, we will receive the crown of glory that never fades away. Ref: 1 Peter 5:4

So Psalm 22, 23, and 24 give us a beautiful picture:

The Good Shepherd died for me.

The Great Shepherd walks with me.

The Chief Shepherd is coming for me.

When the night is dark, sing the Psalms.

When your soul is weary, open the Psalms.

When you walk through the valley, remember Psalm 23.

The Shepherd who loved you enough to die for you is the same Shepherd who is leading you today—and He is the King of glory who is coming again.

The Psalms are not merely songs from the past. They become songs for our night, because the Shepherd is still with us.

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*Psalm 23 begins with David talking about the Shepherd:

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.”

“He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.”

Everything is peaceful. David is speaking about his Shepherd.

But then comes verse 4:

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”

Something changes.

David no longer says “He.”

He says “You.”

The valley brought him closer.

I once heard a beautiful story of a mother and her little son travelling by train from California to Chicago. The boy was full of excitement. He ran around, talked to people, and even spoke to a woman sitting nearby about his mother.

But suddenly, the train entered a long, dark tunnel.

The bright world disappeared. Darkness filled the train.

The little boy immediately ran back to his mother, threw his arms around her legs and said,

“Mommy, Mommy, you are here! I’m not scared now, am I?”

In the sunshine, he could talk about his mother.

But in the darkness, he needed to talk to his mother.

Isn't that sometimes our journey with God?

In the green pastures, we speak about the Shepherd.

Beside the still waters, we tell others how good He is.

But when we enter the valley—when the report comes, when the answer is delayed, when the road becomes dark, —we stop talking merely about Him.

We cry, “Lord, You are here. I am not alone.”

The Shepherd who led us through the green pastures is the same Shepherd who walks with us through the darkest valley.

The valley does not mean the Shepherd has left.

The valley reveals how close the Shepherd really is.

And perhaps today, instead of asking, “Where is my Shepherd?”

we can simply hold on to Him and say,

“Lord Jesus, You are here.

And because You are here, I am not afraid.”

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*When the Fourth Day Comes.. 

There are moments in life when it feels like the fourth day has come—when hope seems to have disappeared, when waiting has gone too long, and when we begin to think, “It is too late now.”

Think about Lazarus.

Jesus did not come when Lazarus was sick. He came after Lazarus had been in the tomb for four days. By then, everyone thought the story was over. But Jesus stood before the tomb and said,“Lazarus, come forth!” And the man who had been dead came out alive.

Then think about the disciples in the storm.

It was the fourth watch of the night—the darkest hours before dawn. They had struggled through the night, exhausted and afraid. But Jesus came to them, walking on the water.

He came when they were at the point of greatest weakness.

And remember the three Hebrew men in the fiery furnace.

The fire became hotter. They were thrown into the flames. But suddenly the king saw a fourth man walking in the fire with them.

The fourth man did not keep them outside the fire. He entered the fire with them.

Perhaps you are going through your fourth day today.

Perhaps you have waited too long.

Perhaps your situation looks beyond recovery.

Perhaps you are walking through the darkest fourth watch of the night.

Perhaps you are in a furnace. 

Do not conclude that God is late.

The same Jesus who came to Lazarus came to the disciples on the water.
The same Jesus who walked with the Emmaus disciples still walks with His people.
The same presence that appeared as the fourth man in the fire is with you today.

Your fourth day is not the end of the story.

Hebrews 13:8 says:

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.”

So believe.

Because sometimes, when we think it is too late, Jesus arrives.

And when Jesus arrives, the story changes.

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August 14, 2026 — 3:30 PM ( kumily) 

*The camp was coming to an end. People were getting ready to leave, carrying their bags and saying their goodbyes.

Then an elderly man, carrying crutches as he walked, began talking with me.

He told me something that touched my heart.

“I learned music,” he said. “When you sing to God, you should involve yourself completely. Let the song flow from you like a beautiful stream of water. Delight  when you sing. Let your emotions also rise to Him.”

What a beautiful thought!

I asked him, “Can you sing a song?”

And he began:

“Enathu Thalaivan Yesu Raajan,
maarbil saaynthu saaynthu makilnthu,
makilnthiruppaen…
Ithaya Theepam Enathu Theyvam,
irakkaththin sikaram paarththu,
paarththu rasiththu rusiththu,
paravasam adaivaen…” 🎵

As he sang, something happened within me.

It was not merely a song.

It was the comforting voice of God in the midst of a storm.

My soul was lifted.

My eyes filled with joy.

And I was reminded again that there is fullness of joy in God’s presence—wherever we are and whatever our situation may be.

Sometimes God does not remove the storm immediately.

Instead, He gives us a song in the middle of it.

A song can become balm for a wounded soul.
A melody can become a reminder of His presence.
And worship can lift our eyes from our circumstances to our King.

Jesus, You are the Captain of my soul.

You are my King.

And I am leaning on Your bosom, resting close to You.

Thank You, Lord, for that song today.

Thank You for using an elderly man with crutches to remind me that even in the storms of life, my soul can rejoice in You.

The camp was ending.

People were leaving.

But God gave me a song to carry with me.

Wherever I go, whatever I face, there is fullness of joy in His presence.

Glory to God!

Song video 

https://youtu.be/8kJQCwzbs3g?si=RuVHzIAtQiHv8jHJ  

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Enathu thalaivan yesu rajan Lyrics in English

enathu Thalaivan Yesu Raajan

maarpil Saaynthu Saaynthu

Makilnthu Makilnthiruppaen

ithaya Theepam Enathu Theyvam

Irakkaththin Sikaram

Paarththup Paarththu Rasiththu Rusiththu

Paravasam Ataivaen

neethi Thaevan Vetti Vaenthan

Amaithiyin Mannan

Ninaiththu Ninaiththu Thuthiththu Thuthiththu

Nimmathi Ataivaen

nalla Maeyppan Kuralaik Kaetpaen

Naalum Pin Thodarvaen

Tholil Amarnthu Kavalai Maranthu

Thodarnthu Payanam Seyvaen

pasumpul Maeychchal Amarntha Thannnneer

Alaiththuch Selpavarae

Aaththumaavai Thinamum Thaetti

Annaiththuk Kolpavarae

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*Evening cottage meeting… a simple sharing, yet a powerful reminder.Brother'n Christ  spoke about a chess match.One player thought it was over.No moves left. Defeat certain. Disappointment heavy.But the reality?

The king still had one more move…And that one move changed everything—victory came.

My thoughts went forward...... 

Isn’t that how life feels sometimes?

At Cana, everything was over.
No wine. Joy about to turn into shame.
But the King had a move…
Water became wine.

Thirty-eight long years—no change, no hope.
A man lying helpless.
But the King of kings had a move…
“Rise, take up your mat and walk.”

Five thousand people.
No food. No solution.
But the King's hands moved…
And there was abundance—twelve baskets full.

Lazarus—four days in the grave.
Everything finished.
But the King had a move…
“Come forth.”
Death turned into life. Mourning into a banquet.

Two disciples walking to Emmaus.
Dreams shattered. Hearts heavy.
But the risen King had a move…
Jesus walked with them.Great Joy! 

One night. Empty nets.
Nothing worked.
But one Word from the King…
And the nets were full.

Twelve years of suffering.
Medicines  failed. Hope gone.
But one touch…
“Who touched Me?”
And healing flowed.

Everything may look over.
Situations may say, “No more moves.”
But lift up your eyes.
The King of kings is still on the throne.

Still reigning.Still moving.
Just one word…

One moment…
One touch…
One move…
Is enough.

Believe!!! 

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*As the years quietly pass, some portions of Scripture don’t fade—they deepen. Psalm 23 is one of them. What we once read as familiar words slowly becomes a living experience.

“The Lord is my Shepherd…”

In our life,we see Him as the One who cares, provides, and protects. Like a shepherd gently leading his sheep to green pastures and still waters, He meets our simple needs. He feeds, He restores, He gives rest.

But as life unfolds—with its journeys, turns, and unknown paths—these verses take on new meaning.

“He leads me… He guides me…”(Guide) 

We begin to realize that He is not just near us, but actively leading us. Through confusing roads, unexpected valleys, and quiet seasons, His hand is steady. Even in the valley of the shadow, there is no fear—because His presence becomes more real than the darkness around us.

And then, something beautiful happens.

“You prepare a table before me…”

The Shepherd becomes the Host. Not just leading us through life, but inviting us into fellowship. A table prepared—with care, with abundance, even in the presence of enemies. There is peace, honor, and joy. We are not just cared for—we are welcomed, cherished.

From Shepherd… to Guide… to Host.

This is our God.

As the years go by, Psalm 23 is no longer just a passage we read—it becomes a life we live. A journey with Him. A relationship that grows deeper, sweeter, richer.

And quietly, from the heart rises a simple truth:

Jesus is everything we need—yesterday, today, and forever.. 

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