| The Good Shepherd |
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| Poem written by Elder J.A. Rowell, Sr. | |
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I know my sheep, the Saviour cried, My Father gave them me, For them I shall be crucified, Upon the cruel tree. I am the Shepherd of the sheep, Safe, in the fold they lay, They are my own, to ever keep, And none can take away. No man can pluck them from my hand, I have the power to hold, They follow me, at my command, I bring them to the fold. A stranger's voice, they will not hear, But they will hear my voice, And come to me when I appear, I speak and they rejoice. I give to them eternal life, And they shall never die, I take them from this land of strife, To that great fold on high. |
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