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
Eyes of God #155