Sunday, September 11, 2016

Shepherd, King, Master



To my Shepherd Who leads with love,
In deepest depths and heights above;
My Shepherd never looses sight
Of where I am, day or night.

 

To my King who rules the nations,
 Tribes and tongues and populations;
 My King who comes to my defense
And does not ask for recompense.





To the Master of my being,
My every thought and every feeling;
You give me all of Your commands
But Your grace makes no demands.


Shepherd, King, my Master it's odd-
You, bought with coins but I, with blood.

Truly, I'm not worth a cent,
But hallelujah!
Your life is the measurement!





 

written by: Carolyn-Elizabeth Roehrig

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