the sheep


The sheep, they called my name, they asked me where to go.
Blinded by my fear, Your love I couldn’t show.
I hid inside my bedroom as I heard their souls cry out.
I claimed I couldn’t hear them despite their saddening shouts.
You begged me, “Daughter, please, please go tend My sheep,”
But I covered up my ears and tried to go to sleep.
I realized my horrific deeds as I looked down from my pedestal of a steeple.
Father, help me be brave and tend to and love Your people.


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