Monday, October 14, 2013

God Stepping In (Ezekiel 34)

I will be the Shepherd
I've watched those men of guile
Pretending care, the very best,
But fleecing all the while.

And who's to chase
The one who runs
Or hurting, leaves the flock?
Or craves for hugs or healthy fare
Not simply pious talk.

Yes I will be the Shepherd
As order is restored
The sheep who push and crowd and kick
No longer just ignored.

And Living Water
From my hills
Will change this land once dry
As sheep ascend and fully mend
Beneath this Shepherd's eye.

1 comment:

  1. Dear Doug
    What a great poem. Yes, there are many hirelings today not caring one bit for Pappa's flock.
    Blessings XX