Being no hireling
He did not run away
And by His love,
because He kept the faith
The mauling wolf
was finally outfaced;
What was the cost?
The Shepherd has been slain:
The sword of God
against Him was awake.
Risen He works,
showing the young His care,
Healing the sick,
pursuing those who stray,
Leading the healthy
where they may safely graze.
Lord, help me, as
Thy sheep, discriminate
Thy Shepherd voice
from voices that are strange;
Guide my thrawn feet
far from iniquity
Into the flock of
those enjoying grace.
'Thrawn' is Scots for 'twisted ... perverse ...'. Often used for someone who seems to be deliberately awkward.
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