Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Eyes of God #155



Through the twilight, Shepherd watches
O'er the landscape as dusk blotches
Fading colors into darkness
While transforming light to starkness.
Gentle breeze blows through the valley
Like a stray cat in the alley
Creeping slowly, ever nearing,
To the pounce of stars appearing.
Like mice popping from the cellar,
Planets sparkle super stellar
Through the night watch while He's gleaming
O'er the Earth as sheep are dreaming.
In His pastures green with promise,
Sheep aren't doubting as did Thomas
For each lamb rests near still waters
Holding dreams as Sons and Daughters.
No fear hinders joyful resting
When the Shepherd's eyes are cresting
O'er the plains to keep back sorrow
‘Til the shadows fade to morrow.
Morning comes while lambs awake
To praise the day for His name's sake
That gracious staff and peaceful rod
Watch o'er His sheep with eyes of GOD.


-Lighthouse Bob




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Eyes of God #155

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