MY YOUNG SHEPHERD
We walk over mountains, through water and dust.
We walk under starlight to morning's first gust.
Together we help them, the sheep I love dear,
to pastures much greener along your frontier.
Feed them with comfort, the spirit, my word.
Follow my footsteps, and be thou anchored.
They need a good servant, companion, and friend.
They need someone willing, so, thou I will send.
I'll be ever near thee, if wisdom ye seek,
in the pastures of trouble, when outcomes look bleak.
The light may be absent, for a moment or two,
breaking from clouds to help see thee through.
My spirit's soft whisper, Is a gift just for thee.
To My Young Shepherd, with love, eternally.
-By KJ Lightweave
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