Sometimes I see musicians as gifted beyond compare
Yet when I see the Shepherd, a glance is all I share.
Sometimes I see the eagle so noble in its flight
Yet when I see the Shepherd there’s comfort in the night.
Sometimes I see life as a never ending day
Then, I gaze upon my Shepherd and he points me to the Way.
Sometimes I see the desert with nothing lush or green in sight
Yet when I see my Shepherd contentment cures my plight.
Sometimes I’m rebellious and push to get ahead
Then I watch my Shepherd and the notion leaves my head.
Sometimes I see my fleece as black and lacking glow
But then I hear the Shepherd, He says, “It’s white as Snow.”
The Shepherd sits in over-watch his day is never through
Kind words may not have graced him and he may never get his due
Yet as a sheep I’d like to say; from my heart: “Thank you!” (JS)