God's Scattered Sheep

by Maggie Brannon

The sheep of God's pasture are scattered;
Their shepherds have led them astray.
They're weary, confused and battered,
And everyone goes his own way.

From pasture to pasture they wander,
In search of a place to find rest.
In darkness of night they ponder,
Just which of the pastures is best.

The shepherds are working for hire,
And the sheep are not being fed.
Their food has been tramped in the mire,
By those of whom they are led.

All you foolish shepherds, take heed,
And listen to God's command.
Since you, on His flock do feed,
He'll take them all out of your hand.

The chief Shepherd soon will appear
To gather His sheep to His breast,
Then only His voice they will hear,
In pastures green, they'll find rest.

Maggie Brannon © copyright 1996