Some stand some sit some kneel and laze
Some mill around for fun
In pastures sheep will often graze
Beneath the midday sun
At times they pause to rest a while
Strolling content the land
Rising to walk an extra mile
Beneath The Shepherd’s hand
They’ll forage in the fertile glades
Pausing to glance around
They’ll nibble on selected blades
On plant or flower found
Tranquil; a babbling brook runs near
Inviting to its flow
Quite safe the flock devoid of fear
Can drink where ere they go
The Shepherd keeps the wolf at bay
The buzzard swoops in vane
Even the sheep that sometimes stray
Return to graze again
Always The Shepherd stands in view
Beside the same old tree
From dusk until the morning dew
His watchful eyes can see
His eyes are like a burning flame
His feet like glowing brass
All of the sheep He calls by name
Can safely chew the grass
Composure’s in the sky above
Peaceful flows sweet His voice
The sheep can feel The Shepherd’s love
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']And make His Way their choice.....[/FONT]
