Ren's Pen
If You Really Love Me? Feed My Sheep
It is not a building that I desire,
Nor your clothes or any attire,
It is not you preaching bold,
Nor your money, silver, or gold.
I do not need you to negociate,
Bargaining will not get you through My gate,
I seek for the meek and pure in heart,
I always have from the start.
I am not impressed by all the glamour and lights,
Do you really believe I listen to vain prayers at night?
I will not change my heart and mind,
The clock is ticking your running out of time.
You only give in order to be blessed,
It is your sins you must confess,
I have give to you my life, my all,
Surely you could take time at the altar call?
You always seem to have somewhere to go,
Runing here and there and to and fro,
When you do unto others, you have done it unto Me.
My children, are you still blind and do not see?
Every now and then I hear a drive-by prayer,
What about the poor, do you even care?
I am meek, humble, and lowly,
Walk, my child, walk very slowly.
Oh how I weep, O' how I weep,
Do you love Me? Feed my sheep,
Oh how I weep, O' how I weep,
Do you really love Me, feed my sheep.
Copyright ©2004 Sister Ren Baer
Nor your clothes or any attire,
It is not you preaching bold,
Nor your money, silver, or gold.
I do not need you to negociate,
Bargaining will not get you through My gate,
I seek for the meek and pure in heart,
I always have from the start.
I am not impressed by all the glamour and lights,
Do you really believe I listen to vain prayers at night?
I will not change my heart and mind,
The clock is ticking your running out of time.
You only give in order to be blessed,
It is your sins you must confess,
I have give to you my life, my all,
Surely you could take time at the altar call?
You always seem to have somewhere to go,
Runing here and there and to and fro,
When you do unto others, you have done it unto Me.
My children, are you still blind and do not see?
Every now and then I hear a drive-by prayer,
What about the poor, do you even care?
I am meek, humble, and lowly,
Walk, my child, walk very slowly.
Oh how I weep, O' how I weep,
Do you love Me? Feed my sheep,
Oh how I weep, O' how I weep,
Do you really love Me, feed my sheep.
Copyright ©2004 Sister Ren Baer
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If You Really Love Me? Feed My Sheep
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