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Shepherd: Chiasmus

I am the good shepherd; the sheep are my life. He who is hired does not own the sheep, Sees the wolf coming, Thinks about running. Avoiding danger, flees from the strife, Leaving them helpless, runs for his life. Snarling, the wolf rends, devours, tears patches; Ruthless, descending, he scatters, he snatches. He who is hired cares not for the sheep I am the good shepherd: My sheep know my voice. I lay down my life for them; I do so by choice. ---------- from John 10, the chiasmus here is the contrast between the shepherd and the hired hand Shepherd Hireling Wolf Hierling Wolf Hierling Shepherd

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Date: 3/16/2022 12:26:00 PM
Don't hire the hired hand . . . ; )
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