In pastures green, where shadows fall,
God’s shepherds stand, both great and small.
Their hearts aligned with heaven’s art,
They tend the flock, a sacred part.
With knowledge deep and wisdom true,
They feed His lambs, both old and new.
Their voices echo through the hills,
Guiding souls toward eternal thrills.
In seasons bleak, when storms draw near,
These faithful guides dispel our fear.
They point us to the Shepherd’s voice,
Where grace abounds and hearts rejoice.
For we, the sheep, prone to stray,
Find solace in their words each day.
Repentance blooms, restoration sings,
As shepherds lead with gentle wings.
And when we stumble, lost and weak,
Their hands extend, compassion speaks.
Forgiveness flows, a healing stream,
As God’s own heart fulfills our dream.
So let us pray for shepherds bold,
Whose lives reflect the love untold.
May Christ be glorified through their art,
As they lead us closer to God’s heart.
(Conversation with Copilot)
Published:
July 26, 2024, 6:29 AM
