AS I WAS CALLED TO WATCH OVER THE SHEEP
I WONDERED WHAT I WOULD SEE.
SOME WERE GRAZING GRACIOUSLY -
THANKFUL FOR ALL THEY HAD TO EAT.
THEY STEPPED ASIDE FOR OTHERS -
TO SHARE SOME OF THEIR FOOD.
STILL OTHERS STOOD THEIR GROUND -
SEEMINGLY VERY RUDE.
THEY DID NOT BUDGE A SINGLE INCH -
FOR THEY WANTED WHAT WAS THEIRS.
THAT GRASS WAS MEANT JUST FOR THEM -
IT WASN’T MEANT TO SHARE.
THERE WERE SHEEP WHO SEEMED TO FOLLOW -
THE MAJORITY OF THE GROUP.
WHEREEVER THE HERD WAS GOING --
THEY WOULD GO THERE, TOO.
AND THEN I SAW THE THIRSTY SHEEP -
THE GRASS WAS NOT ENOUGH -
TO QUENCH THE THIRST THEY WERE FEELING.
THEY NEEDED MORE TO DRINK.
THE SHEPERD SAW THE LONELY SHEEP -
BUT DID NOT DO A THING.
HE WAS MUCH TOO BUSY
WITH THE HERD -
AND ALL HIS TASKS
THE BUSY DAY WOULD BRING.
THE LONELY SHEEP WERE LOST -
AND DID NOT MEAN A THING.
THEY WEREN’T PART OF THE GROUP -
WOULD ANYONE REALLY KNOW?
WHAT COULD IT HURT -
TO JUST LET THESE LOST ONES GO?
THE WATER HOLE WAS NOT FAR -
WITH AMPLE DRINK FOR ALL.
BUT THE SHEPERD DID NOT LEAD THEM -
FOR FEAR THAT HE WOULD FALL.
IT WAS AN UPHILL BATTLE -
TO LEAD THE LOST ONES THERE .
FOR THEY NEVER KNEW THE PATH -
AND OFTEN STUMBLED HERE OR THERE.
THEIR THIRST WAS SO APPARENT -
AND THE PATH -
YES IT WAS HARD .
BUT THEY NEEDED THE PATIENCE OF THEIR SHEPHERD -
THE ONE SENT THERE TO GUARD.
I TURNED MY EAR AND HEARD THEIR CRY -
MY HEART COULD FEEL THEIR PAIN.
I CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF ONE SHEEP’S EYE -
AND THERE I FELT HIS FEAR.
IF ONLY HE KNEW THE WATER
HE THIRSTED FOR -
WAS VERY, VERY NEAR.
BUT HOW COULD ALL THE LOST SHEEP KNOW?
NO ONE WOULD LEAD THEM THERE.
AS I STOOD WATCHING -
I REALIZED THE MEANING OF IT ALL.
IF ONLY THE SHEPERD GUARDING THEM -
WERE NOT AFRAID TO FALL.
GOD SENT ME HERE TO WATCH THE SHEEP -
AND GAVE ME EYES TO SEE.
HOW WONDEROUS IT WOULD BE -
IF I WOULD GIVE THESE SHEEP A DRINK?
SO I GRABBED A STAFF
AND FOLLOWED -
THE UPHILL PATH.
THEY ARRIVED AT THE WATERING HOLE -
DIRTY AND IN DISPAIR .
BUT AS THEY DRANK THE WATER -
I SAW A MIRACULOUS
CLEANSING IN THE AIR!
THE SHEEPS’ EYES BEGAN TO SHINE -
WITH A LIGHT REFLECTED FROM THE SON!
AND THEIR DIRTY COATS WERE REFRESHED -
AS IF EACH WORE A BRAND NEW ONE!
WHEN ALL HAD HAD A FINAL DRINK -
I LED THEM ALL AWAY.
BUT THEY KNEW WHERE THEY WERE GOING -
AND DID NOT STUMBLE ALONG THE WAY.
THE DOWNHILL PATH WAS VERY STEEP -
BUT THEIR STEPS REMAINED IN SYNCH -
FOR THEY WERE NO LONGER LOST.
WHAT WOULD THEIR SHEPHERD THINK?
THEY JOINED IN THE HERD -
AS THE SHEPHERD COUNTED -
THE NUMBERS OF HIS FLOCK .
DID HE RECOGNIZE THE CHANGE IN THEM …
OR JUST THE HOURS ON THE CLOCK?
DID HE EVEN KNOW THEY HAD GONE -
UP THAT STEEP HILL TO FIND -
WHAT THEY HAD SO LONG THIRSTED FOR ?
IT WASN’T JUST A DRINK -
BUT A GRACE-FILLED PEACE OF MIND.
WRITTEN BY : PATRICIA ANN HOWARD
God's Window Box
In a tiny window box
God planted a seed~
That grew to special flowers
to fill each others need.
Side by side they grew~
though not at the same pace~
for they were nurtured with
and it never was a race.
They complimented each other nicely~
each one in its own way~
and together the two of them~
made a nice bouquet.
They nurtured each other sharing
the nutrients of love~
and thankful for the seed
planted by thier God above.
But one day something happened~
to one of the seeds.
It was mishandled by a passerby~
who did not understand~
the fragility of the flower ~
or the strength of his own hand.
The flower was changed from
that day on.
The beauty it shared with the flower next to it was gone.
Someone pulled its petals off~
slowly one by one.
It know then what it had become.
It was just a stem.
It did not know who it was~
on the outside or deep within.
And so as this flower~
stood there as a stem~
the flower so delicate beside him~
just stood there looking in.
She remembered who he was~
before that dreaded day~
when that passerby
stopped to play~
with the life of a beautiful flower~
that stood beside her
in God's bouquet.
But flowers don't live forever~
as these flowers vowed they would.
For one of the flowers died~
and there the other stood.
But not alone.
For it was God who planted the seed~
and as this flower stands there still~
It understands that
this must also be~
a part of God's will.
when God planted the seed~
one flower that grew was perrineal
to last year after year~
and the other was an annual~ and has died~~
-- so no more tears!
The window box is not empty~
for the flower stands there still ~
accepting of what comes her way~
accepting all God's will!
by Patricia Howard