Written For One In Sore Pain
Shepherd, on before thy sheep, Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! Scarce the track I stumbling keep! Through my thin fleece blows the wind! Turn and see me, Son of Man! Turn and lift thy Father's child; Scarce I walk where once I ran: Carry me--the wind is wild! Thou art strong--thy strength wilt share; My poor weight thou wilt not feel; Weakness made thee strong to bear, Suffering made thee strong to heal! I were still a wandering sheep But for thee, O Shepherd-man! Following now, I faint, I weep, Yet I follow as I can! Shepherd, if I fall and lie Moaning in the frosty wind, Yet, I know, I shall not die-- Thou wilt miss me--and wilt find!
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"Shepherd, on before thy sheep,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "Written For One In Sore Pain"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...