It is the crown jewel of the Old Testament—the twenty-third psalm. The first three verses look like a Bob Ross painting. Green pastures. Still waters. Plenty to eat, plenty to drink. They have a Golden Corral of grass and water. The sun keeps them warm enough, and the breeze keeps them cool enough.
The sheep have their shepherd, and their shepherd has them. Life is very good. And the first three verses are a reminder of how good life is because of how good God is. And the first three verses are all about the shepherd. But something drastic happens in verse four. The sheep find themselves on a march, and everything is different. You can hear the howl of hungry wolves and mountain lions hoping the sheep will pass by their dens in time for dinner.