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As for you My little flock,
Do not let it be ignored;
Follow Me to where I walk,
For I am Your God the Lord.
I judge between sheep and sheep,
Between the rams and male goats;
Is it not enough to reap,
For harvesting wild oats.
Not enough for you to feed,
Eating on the good pasture;
A place to rest that you need,
To tolerate My lecture,
You have clear water to drink,
And make muddy with your feet;
Take the time to sit and think,
Use not Twitter for a tweet.
I will judge sheep fat and lean,
Since you push side and shoulder;
Thrust the weak with horns is mean,
Strewing those who are older.
They shall be no longer prey,
Therefore, I will save My flock;
Judging which sheep will obey,
Following me where I walk.
I will set up one shepherd,
And will be feeding My flock;
Whenever His voice is heard,
Follow him where he may walk.
I, the Lord, will be Your God,
Your prince as David shall be;
To Me You honor and laud,
Your Lord has spoken to thee.
Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Flock of God
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