Some stand some sit some kneel and laze
Milling around in fun
Some sheep that in a pasture graze
Before the midday sun
At times they seek to rest a while
Content, they’ll stroll the land
Then rise to walk an extra mile
Beneath The Shepherd’s hand
They’ll forage in the fertile glades
Pausing to look around
They’ll nibble on odd selected blades
Or on some flower found
Constant a babbling brook runs near
Inviting to it’s flow
Quite safe the flock devoid of fear
Can drink where’re they go
The Shepherd keeps the wolf at bay
The buzzard swoops in vane
Even the sheep that err or 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
So all the sheep He knows by name
Can safely chew the grass
Such calmness in the sky above
Such warmth within His voice
The sheep can feel The Shepherd’s love
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']And make His way their choice [/FONT]
Milling around in fun
Some sheep that in a pasture graze
Before the midday sun
At times they seek to rest a while
Content, they’ll stroll the land
Then rise to walk an extra mile
Beneath The Shepherd’s hand
They’ll forage in the fertile glades
Pausing to look around
They’ll nibble on odd selected blades
Or on some flower found
Constant a babbling brook runs near
Inviting to it’s flow
Quite safe the flock devoid of fear
Can drink where’re they go
The Shepherd keeps the wolf at bay
The buzzard swoops in vane
Even the sheep that err or 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
So all the sheep He knows by name
Can safely chew the grass
Such calmness in the sky above
Such warmth within His voice
The sheep can feel The Shepherd’s love
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']And make His way their choice [/FONT]
