by Gloria Phifer
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| Gentle Shepherd Watercolor by Gloria Phifer |
Over the barren wasted hills
High above the lofty, rocky crags
Through the winds and stormy gale
Comes the call of the Shepherd's voice.
Low in the valley, so dark and deep
Amid the crevices and hidden caves
Through the air so gray and mist
Comes the call of the Shepherd's voice.
Upon the hills of lofty heights
At morn, mid and dusk of day
Clear and still, the sound of love,
Comes the call of the Shepherd's voice.
In the pastures of sin and shame
Amid the grazing and searching within
To the lonely among the thorns
Comes the call of the Shepherd's voice.
Turn from your wondering and going astray
Come from your wilderness of shame
Follow the sound that rings in your soul
Heed the call of the Shepherd's voice.
Enter His arms out stretched and opened wide
Snuggle safe within.
Little lamb come home to God
Come to the call of the Shepherd's voice.
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