Loving Shepherd of your sheep,
I was born your lamb;
Bought with the eternal price of your life
For more than consuming or consumption.
Redeemed for a higher calling
Fitted for service…
I owe you all
So take it – all you have given
I return it gladly with willing heart.
Your heart was torn
So I am shorn.
Take what I produce, what I am
And tease it, weave it.
And as we are bound together
It is your woven gift to hold...
Give it to the cold.
Take my cover, my comfort
Grown in the winter season.
Now I am able, willingly fleeced
In the sunshine of your loving gaze,
Stronger, hotter, on fire for you,
I will choose to give my protection, shriven
For those who nightly shiver.
I will search for a quiverful of fearful and lost
And wrap your blanket of love around them,
Because as I give what is yours
You bountifully return
In greater measure
A greener pasture.
Kittie Carr
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