Gathered like chicks
Do we hear our mother cluck?
She calls us
to come back to her
She sees the danger
we are blissfully unaware
scratching and pecking away
she calls to us
come and be gathered danger is seen
A Shepard counting her sheep
Are all saftley in the fold?
counted before I can sleep
99 are here, but I must find the one,
the stubborn one that will not come when I call
the one that is hurt and scared, one that must be carried back upon my shoulders
A lost coin of infinite worth
I will turn the world upside down to find it
rejoice with me when its found
All is saftley gathered in
home to the Father
home for the Holy day
Love, safety, and warmth
in the bosom of our Father
Thank you big brother for calling us
allowing us to be clean enough to be here
Thank you for helping me find my lost sheep
for loving my stubborn ones
for feeding the hungry ones
for never giving up on the ones I put in your charge
How could I? I love them too
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