Psonnets of Romance
Thy Husband, Pastor of Thy Heart

Thy husband is the pastor of thy heart
and feedeth from the hollow of his hand
thee all good grasses growing in the land
because thou art his ewe and set apart,
thy wool like snow and white in every part
that crimson once had stained, as teardrops ran
and stained the Shepherd's face, the Son of Man,
who loveth thee, the Bride thou also art.
Thy earthly husband loveth thee, his lass,
the lamb which God hath given him to tend,
and leadeth thee to pastures green with grass,
which Jesus, his own Shepherd, gave His friend
so all these covenants may come to pass
which heavenly and earthly vows commend.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org

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