I Follow Thee, Thy Shepherd
The lamb it walketh silent to the Staff,
Thy God, thy cloak to veil the eager ear.
And sound, in birth, it waketh unto wrath
To cast thy God and bring me o'er to hear.
But deaf in Earth brings music heavens high
And in thy ear this world shant whisper fault.
For oh thy Staff he leadeth me on nigh.
The wake of Sound, it trembles as to halt.
In deep of silence thou shall find thy King,
Oh ears of flesh'ed lords who lost the taste.
How beautiful to hear the mute voice sing
When numbness in thy ear thou blindly chase.
For God, thy Staff, Thy Veil, Thy silent Peace,
I follow thee, thy Shepherd as do sheep.
Copyright © Meghan Newton | Year Posted 2008
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