The scattered sheep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Striking the master the scattered sheep the rock running, denying lost in the night Redeemed in Christ's mercy on this ...
Striking the master the scattered sheep the rock running, denying lost in the night Redeemed in Christ's mercy on this ...
Running back home if only I had run taking years all alone far from my father lost in a far ...
Gone, run away heading for home impatient, unbelieving not trusting in God We are to be trusting never giving up ...
Running away not being truly faithful our faith too timid not believing his teaching the promise of our Savior though ...
He must have anguished suffered so greatly not just the insults the whips the crown of thorns even the cross ...
Let go of the shopping the running about center on Christ feel his love Stand in His presence feeling our ...
She ran to see her friend coming back together the green clogs and the gray sneakers walking together Not running, ...
His body toned, thin like a runner short, tank top good running shoes coming toward me through the village passing ...
God protecting watching over us though the storms come we shall not be afraid August 5, 2010 Isaiah 16:1-5 Isaiah ...
As we listened to the songs the easy flow of banter on the lawn dancing, running children finding friends, new ...
Not racing, running not running away either journeying to the cross all these days of Lent Moving from his ministry ...
The same redemption, the same gift of grace offering us love freely to all not just to the twelve sitting ...
Running from the house after each rainstorm the sun shining on a given summer day Seeking his rainbow the sign ...
The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when ...
in the running and energy the world ignoring the savior the star above forgotten God in their midst Jesus came ...
Like those, beside the shepherds, the wise men, in the rush, the running around the hustle and bustle of Christmas ...
Running for coffee out to the car, still night The sound of the wind in the maples, losing their leaves ...
Is it their modern sense of innocence little children, or their rank disposable, at the bottom in either case, whatever ...
Running to court, a quick filing before racing to the office, a swallow of coffee, gathering papers another hearing, another ...
Excitement, singing, running to the water to the river, to be washed clean joining in the faith, by water, into ...
Oh it was too easy, in my rush after the traffic to the bank, the banter of the customers marking ...
See the children, singing in sanctuary laughing, running in the church they are the grapes, the fruit of the vine ...
Smiling faces, the running feet squealing voices, the happy smiles sitting, squirming, in the pews at the feet of the ...
I noticed her standing there, leaning into his ear, to share a little secret focused on their conversation, from afar ...
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
Each one, in a new school, different, in this new town a dry run, run through, checking out the place ...
The pool filling a bit too slowly "Let's play tag, you're it first!" so was the solution, for the littlest ...
Not like the others, not even their youth The Lord will be their strength and they shall not be tired ...
Waiting our turn before the Court the capital letter, this Honorable Court waiting for our brief short minutes the clock ...
(In the Crowd) My sheep, grazing in the pasture on that hillside that night, along with the others watching the ...
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