My flock huddles in the rain
Grass changed to mire
Where do I take them
Where is it safe
In the darkness
One by one
They slip away
Lost to me
The hand of the Great Shepherd
Rests on my shoulder, “The end has come,
They’ve found their new pasture
Come, let me lead you to yours.”
(c) Ruth Jewell, February 22, 2010
Come, we have work to do
no, no I have other things to attend to
Come, I need your help
not now! my yard needs weeding
Come, follow me
maybe later, I must take care of family first
Come, the work will not wait
get someone else then; I’m sure they would do better!
COME, it is you I want
well, what is it that you want of me?
To follow where I lead
where will I go, what will I do?
I will tell you when you get there
that’s kind’a nebulous you know
Yes, but if you come great joy awaits
yeah, how will I take care of myself?
I will take care of that, don’t worry
sure that’s what you say now
It is what I always do
ok, so I follow you, how will I get home?
Where I am, Home is
COME
(c) Ruth Jewell March 25, 2010
