Am I a sheep, Lord Jesus, or a goat?
I see the hunger, thirst, and nakedness,
but think instead about my loneliness,
as if I am the stranger, and devote
my bleating prayers to finding in the cote
an ewe whose wool and way of gentleness
would bless me when my own wool does not bless
the naked or the stranger with one coat.
Where will I find the heart of Lamb and lass?
In bread and drink and clothing for the poor,
whose prisons are as pastures green with grass,
and sickbeds like still waters. Lord, restore
my soul in paths of righteousness, which pass
Your right hand into joy forevermore.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org
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