1222 Among the hands of my shepherds

Among the hands of my shepherds
I’m going to the blue-sky
To live with you, Father
For a thousand years
With the joy
Of a sinful sheep
That loves you
Eternally and forever
Among the hands of my shepherd
I’m going to the glory
Without sadness
Without pain
Without tears
Only with your light’s face
As sweet as peace
That I’m feeling now
Among the hands of my shepherd:
Jesus!
My good shepherd
Because he occupies
On the space of my existence
The totality of my mind
For this I have to cry
That in this turbulent life
I’m on the comfort’s way
Among the hands of my shepherd.