glorycloud's Diaryland
Diary
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I was a wandering sheep
I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold; I did not love my Shepherd�s voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home; I did not love my Father�s voice, I loved afar to roam. The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child; They followed me o�er vale and hill, O�er deserts waste and wild; They found me nigh to death, Famished and faint and lone; They bound me with the bands of love, They saved the wand�ring one. They spoke in tender love, They raised my drooping head, They gently closed my bleeding wounds, My fainting soul they fed; They washed my filth away, They made me clean and fair; They brought me to my home in peace, The long sought wanderer. Jesus my Shepherd is: �Twas He that loved my soul; �Twas He that washed me in His blood, �Twas He that made me whole. �Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wand�ring sheep, �Twas He that brought me to the fold, �Tis He that still doth keep. No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled; I love my tender Shepherd�s voice, I love the peaceful fold. No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam; I love my heavenly Father�s voice, I love, I love His home!
3:42 p.m. - 2009-12-20
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