Good Shepherd
call me not
as I graze content
in sunny lush open fields
Call me not to hill tops
to those cliffs yonder
where I stumble while
you sing and slumber
Call me not to whence
they fleece my wool
steal the little lambs
and my heart slaughter
Call me when
dark clouds gather
and shadows grin
from strange corners
I strain to hear your flute as darkness falls
I now quietly wait but hear nothing at all !!
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