Monday, July 17, 2017
this little sheep's travel journal
We march through fields of gold.
Nearest our King who leads His few
Obeying the Word He's told.
Through valleys, through shadows, through death we tread
Where darkest lions prey.
Here, Shepherd instructs us in urgent love,
"Beloved, stray not away."
His staff ensures us comfort and rest,
His rod brings strength nor else found.
"Stay close. Fear not, my little flock."
Passing Jericho tumbling down.
"Onward, forward!" We clench His robe.
"Be strong and help those least!"
"Stand witness to passing wayward foes,"
"Invite them home to feast!"
Praise Father. Praise Son. Praise Holy Ghost!
Yes, lead us to Promised Land.
Today is the day we rejoice and believe,
Because with You, you've promised WE CAN!