My Sheep Hear My Voice
I yearn to be the sheep
Not the old sheep that shoves with side and shoulder
Just the lamb hoisted up on the Shepherd
Frolic in the pasture under his watchful eyes
Not to trample and muddy the drinking water
Oblivious to the looming judgement of those that plunder the flock
And, I’m in the pasture, doing what sheep do
Listening for his voice
And listening for his voice
Not straying
Staying close to other sheep
Not the straggler: easy prey
And listening for his voice
Listening for his voice
He watches his flock
So I will play Hide And Seek
Listening for his voice
I hide in the open
Listening for his voice
Hearing nothing, I hide more
And listening for his voice
I hide some more
Take eat, Take drink
I hear his voice
He found me
Touch my hand, Touch my side
I hear his voice
And I follow as the sheep
Trust the Promises,
Steve Skiver