 Gathering
of the Lambs
The lambs are
wandering
The sheepfold is
open
They’re
aimlessly drifting
Through briar and
thorn
They climb to
great heights
On steep cliffs
they precariously stand
Through valleys
so brackish
Their thirst they
cannot quench
Their bleating is
quite forlorn
Lost and alone
they wander here and there
Their lack of a
shepherd
Puts them in
harms way
The ravenous
wolves
Look on with glee
They know that
lambs
Without a
leader’s guidance
Are very easy
prey
But on the
horizon
A man comes
striding
His step is sure
His eyes full of
love
On this scene He
does glance
Seeing the lambs
is such disarray
Makes His heart
ache so
With crook in His
hand
And compassion in
His heart
He gathers up
lambs
From His right
and His left
He enfolds them
securely
Within His loving
embrace
And drives away
the ravenous beast
Who only desires
an innocent feast
Their wounds He
gently soothes
And quiets their
mournful cries
He builds a wall
of protection
And deposits the
lambs within
He protects them
from fierce enemies
And the snarling
snapping teeth
His very life He
lays down
To His lambs He
freely gives
A love strong and
true
Unwilling to
loose even one
He gently guides
them
To life giving
water
And leads them
the fields
Of heavenly food
He teaches them
to stay
Within His loving
embrace
And to feed upon
His holy word
These lambs are
so relieved
Their bleatings
have ceased
They no longer
fear the fierce enemy
Or desire to
stray
They know their
only safety
Is within the
Shepherd’s reach
By: Ann Martin
May 9, 2003
 
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