You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows.
The shepherd searched for a tableland for his sheep. Craggy slopes wouldn’t do, because the animals could fall. When he found the flat stretch, the shepherd would clear it of threats to the sheep. He would locate a water source, and then hack out a sheepfold. Though the enemy—lions and bears—might look hungrily into the perimeter, the sheep rested in the sheepfold, on the tableland prepared by the shepherd. If Christ is your shepherd, His broad arms are the sheepfold, which is planted on the rich tableland of the Father’s care.
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