Feed His Sheep

 If God told you, to feed His sheep..

Then, feed His sheep.

For while you sit and wonder...

They are weakened, while they weep.


To win the lost, at any cost..

 You must get up and go..

To places far and wide sometimes..

 But with God, you will know.


You think to labour, in the field..

 Is for a chosen few..

But servitude, is not masquerade..

 So give, what is your due.


To renew your mind, from sins yet sway..

You need to sweat in prayer..

For only then, the sands of time...

Will heed your voice with care.


Where the path, is rough terrain..

You need to go with grace.

In peace and joy, while you rejoice..

Your strength will be your face.


Marvel not, for goodness sake..

When you are worn with care.

For God


the Lord, will be with you..

In storm and rain and stew.




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