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