FROM THE GOOD SHEPHERD
by Sherri Langton
(Used by permission)
To the sheep with the heavy heart
Who wets pillows with your tears;
I have arms to wrap around you,
I have strength and listening ears.
To the sheep with the empty eyes
Bruised and battered from the fight;
I have hours of compassion
To soothe you through the night.
To the sheep with the trembling voice
Who wonders which way to go;
I have eyes that see the valleys
Where the tattered breezes blow.
To the sheep with the weary soul
Who can hardly more endure;
I have quiet flowing rivers
With water tasting pure.
I have pockets full of sunshine
When your autumn turns to brown;
In your winter I will hold you
And in My pastures lay you down.
