Little Sheep
by Marijo Phelps Little sheep, why are your eyes so sad? Do you KNOW who the shepherd is? Your frown is soul deep It seems to fragment any peace you had Has Jesus become a cardboard image Pasted on the occluded windows of your mind Please know that He still heals Destroying sin, fear and enemy strongholds While restoring sight to the blind Little sheep, little sheep, you talk so dazed Jesus within me weeps And I find myself reaching out Wanting to share with you His measureless love Do you want to know the living Christ Or has the enemy so weighed down your mind That the wisdom of the world Is all you register any more? How can I reach you What can my lips say To jolt you from your despondency? Nothing of any import or effect Except that which Christ in me Speaks to you through His Spirit Compassionately, Jesus, I pray to love this little sheep With Your love Without regard for personal end Go before and prepare the way Within me and your drifting child Gentle shepherd, gentle shepherd Will he turn again And allow himself to be tended By You? This is my fervent prayer. My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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