Poetry

Someone asked me to write a prayer poem for our Pastor .. here is the result:

The Shepherds

For the sake of their charge,

They stand in the gap

And make up the hedge,

In the heat and the cold

In the sun and in the rain

If they ache,

The sheep never hear

If their heart is heavy,

They try to shield the sheep

That the heaviness isn’t shared

For it is their burden to carry

In their sorrow, they still stand

In their weariness, they still stand

If they ask anything of their charge

They simply ask for prayer

This is their task

This is their burden

This is their joy

This is their glory

God, our master Shepherd

Give added strength

To our undershepherds

Give them added joys

For our shared sorrows

Give them added courage

For when our hearts are faint

Give them wisdom to know the way

And guidance to lead us home

Give me the power withal

To hold up their hands

For they often hold us

To hold up their souls

For they cry for our souls

To hold up their hearts

For they weep for our hearts

Bless them, O’ Lord

As they bless our lives

Ron Simpson, Jr.

August 15, 2010