The Good Shepherd's caring, protective, loving arms enfold, a precious lambkin born this day into His fold. In verdant pastures it shall be fed, psalmist King David said, and beside peaceful, tranquil flowing waters led. Left momentarily alone, the ninety and nine are unafraid, though by His power's aura awed, far too vast to grasp— worlds and universes without number encompassing, far beyond and above what we can conceive surpassing. Leading mankind on the onward-upward path, He imbibed from the bitter cup the dregs for the redemption prescribed for all who walk this pivotal, distant, daunting way, He Himself the way, the truth, and the life for aye.