The Good Shepherd

The Morning Watchmen

Submitted by Elizabeth on Tue, 05/19/2009 - 03:42

Leaves dangle
Light lingers little
Birds are hushing
Sky blushes pale

Darkness falls
Stars gleam
Moon rises
Tree frogs sing

The night whispers
With early spring choir
The path is strewn
With fallen flower

Weary, worn, the world lays
Lonely, forlorn, the people pray
Steadfast, sturdy, the Father listens
Gentle, caring, the Father beckons

Fears are assured, rest falls
Upon the sheep gathered in fold
The Shepherd watches
The Shepherd stands
Along side the flock