Long Shepherd Poems
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I have had a close eye to eye encounter with a squirrel in my yard.
A neighborly cat gave me a greater respect and appreciation for all cats.
A run-away German Shepherd proved to be harmless after a moment's fright.
I reacted joyfully the first time a hummingbird drank From my new feeder.
I tried to alter the course of an ant, but he later became the breakfast of a spider
after refusing the alternate route I suggested to him. With magnifying glasses, I later observed the spider who looked at me as if he was annoyed by my invasion
of his privacy.
I tell you, the list of animal encounters goes on and on, but none is
More touching to me than the afternoon I came upon a baby sparrow in a parking lot. God is acutely aware of every sparrow that falls to the ground. He was alone with seemingly no chance of survival until I picked him up with a prayerful longing for God to show me how to help the little fellow. I then looked to the sky and lifted him. I smiled as away he went flapping his little wings. I tell you, I cannot recall a happier moment with an animal than with
That beautiful little sparrow one sunny afternoon.
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Along the roads of grassy fields
where thousands of sheep flit from
Astray from the flock, flouting,
fleeing with fear
blindly following.
Driven through the streets of London
at the Barnet fair to the farmers there.
But the way, takes an insalubrious plot.
Sheer confusion along the countryside
sets in on the herd, then stray
when eddying rapids currented by the tide
and force of the streams give, taken
to an endless frequent float
for great distances steered, stirred
while the timorous turn 'round.
An endeavor to gain the place they set off
As along ancient grassy drove road lies,
weary shepherd and his sheepdog.
Drovers, some on the hoof
The sheep shall stray
back to stay presently in Eden's garden
Jade-green grassy hills of harvest gold,
and cerulean skies.
The Lord that provides for me
No worries what I see
Assured in the Lord’s trusting accord
The Devil I want to avoid
The Lord is everything through Faith
Died for Sin
The Lord I will always take in
No pretend
Salvation on solid ground
When storms surround
The Lord’s fulfilling promise all around
When despair gets me down
The Holy Spirit can be found
The Lord encourages with care
The Almighty is one of a pair
I am his sheep and the Lord is my Shepherd
I will always want
My praise in chant
My Hallelujah in shout
Through it all, God conquers all
Everlasting promise
The Lord is holy always honest
I am a dreamer tell you interpretation
I am single looking for my broken ribs
I am lonely need a company
I am skinny feed some milk
I am a poet eat my writes
I am a student teach me studies
I am an introvert help my socials
I am a preacher see my congregation
I am a teacher show the classroom
I am a son I have a father
I am an amateur swimmer I need a swim pool
I am an author read my autobiography
I am Holy Spirit filled I speak in tongues
I am a Bible scholar ask memory verses
I am born again waiting for trumpet call
I am a Christian I believe in Jesus Christ
I am a prayer warrior give me your prayers
I am a Shepherd with forty eight sheep
I am God's messenger send me to God
I am a clay baked in the hands of the Potter
I am a heavenly spirit being am up with Jesus
I am a basket baller I need a Court
I am a leader see my followers
I am a barber give a clipper
I am a flutists play you a lovely melody
I AM: A LIST BIO CHALLENGE.
3RD PLACE
Andrea Dietrich
5/11/2020
I knew that Buddy would be the first dog to welcome Beau into our family.
Buddy is enormous at a hundred and sixteen pounds; he looks like a pony.
Galloping at you at breakneck speed; but he is a gentle giant.
His face has the look of a German shepherd, husky and wolf.
He has amber eyes that see through your soul; he is docile and sweet.
His girth, weight and size of his head terrify those who do not know him.
My sister who is afraid of dogs said “I thought he was going to eat me.”
Actually, he jumped on the recliner and spun his head back and forth
Watching us with happy glee – two mommies! We are identical twins.
There is an ominous report in our land,
A shroud of disease heavy looms over us,
We’ve been anaesthetized and limp hangs our hands,
No one can escape by plane, train, car or bus.
Do not leave your rural fields or urban homes,
Stay away from crowds, distancing is a must,
On this enemy, a deadly sword is worn,
And has strength to deliver a mighty thrust.
Fact versus rumor is wearing down our trust,
Angst grips us and we cower in its confines,
We are confused hearing both minus and plus,
About a virus that knows no boundary lines.
It’s being said that we’re in this together,
In exceptional unity, we must stand,
And not capitulate under the pressure,
Brought by pandemic’s terror and harsh demands.
The world is having pain like that of hard labor,
And yearns for the moment of safe delivery,
Many cry for help and a healing savior,
From a malicious foe that brings misery.
Heavenly Father, whose name is Most Holy,
In our collective need, hold us very near,
And shepherd us to wellness and recovery,
In mind, body and soul, free of pain and fear.
As casualties mount, bringing deep sorrow,
And families grieve loss of kin and loved ones,
Lord, we pray for comfort in their tomorrows,
For all people of faiths, statuses, and tongues.
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Inspired by Jeremiah 6:24-25 (NIV):
“We have reports about them, and our hands hang limp.
Anguish has gripped us, pain like that of a woman in labor.
Do not go out to the fields or walk on the roads,
For the enemy has a sword, and there is terror on every side.”
The Great Shepherd
Keep me Lord, on the path you made
Keep my feet from stumbling
Take me Lord, through the narrow way
And I will follow humbly.
For your the Great Shepherd
You care for me
It's your voice that I've heard
No other will I heed.
Keep me Lord, inside your fold
Where I find safety and peace
Take me Lord, into your arms to hold
For I was that lost little sheep.
And your the Great Shepherd
You laid down your life for me
It's all in your Holy Word
This gift you've given freely.
Keep me Lord, from the evil way
Keep temptation from me
If I hear the Stranger say,
“come”, I'll not be deceived.
For your the Great Shepherd
There's no one like Thee
The strength of your staff and your word,
Protection for your sheep.
Keep me Lord, listening
To your voice alone
Take me Lord, and carry me
To my eternal home.
For your the Great Shepherd
On you we can depend
Through this weary life on Earth,
To the next…Amen.
The building of God's holy spirit to dwell
Is not found by the works of mans hand
As the tower of Babel when confusion
Was handed over to the depraved intentions
Still in these days how many seek God
In the beauty of buildings deception
When God's true presence might be left outside
For those which are seeking in pureness
The true God will show up within you
To destroy all that mankind has instilled
With Jesus laying a new foundation
The true carpenter who gives eternal blueprints
No charge but freely given with love and joy
That God's promised spirit might find dwelling
To reveal the true place of worship
The beauty not made by hands of mankind
But through the Spirit and Truth
Manifesting one into a new spiritual living being
Surrounding one in the presence of God
That the true beauty of God's creation
Is within one before walking into a building
Love and much prayers for any seeking true worship
For everyone has access to same spirit
Go and tell my servant David, ‘This is what the Lord says: Are you the one to build me a house to dwell in? I have not dwelt in a house from the day I brought the Israelites up out of Egypt to this day. I have been moving from place to place with a tent as my dwelling. Wherever I have moved with all the Israelites, did I ever say to any of their rulers whom I commanded to shepherd my people Israel, “Why have you not built me a house of cedar?” ’
2 Samuel 7:5?-?7 NIV
“However, the Most High does not live in houses made by human hands. As the prophet says: “ ‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me? says the Lord. Or where will my resting place be? Has not my hand made all these things?’
Acts 7:48?-?50 NIV
For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building. By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in your midst?
1 Corinthians 3:9?-?11?, ?16 NIV
In the cathedral of eternity, where time itself kneels in reverence,
Where stars are candles burning on the divine altar on high,
There Jesus, Savior and Sun-giver, makes His presence felt,
In the hearts of Christians - a living temple, an ark of salvation.
Their ocean of faith, a mirror without shores, unforeseen,
Upon its waves, only the Ark of Incarnation glides in peace,
For those who sail aside, compass-less, without Jesus to anchor the tale,
Navigate in false galleons, dreaming of a ray that embraces.
Here, in the palm of Jesus, souls gather like leaves in the wind,
Beneath the lofty dome, where the echo of grace is both melody and hymn,
He, the bread of life, the wine of salvation, shared on mine and your altar,
A sacred bond, transmuting the heart into an ark enshrined with mystery.
In Jesus, walls of the soul rise, surpassing imagination’s hold,
The living stones of His faith, an institution unshaken in purity,
Even in the howl of the tempest, Christians find shelter under reconciliation’s wing,
For they have The One, enrobed in the dawn of deathless love.
In the Gethsemane of other hearts, a prayer fades into whisper,
A shadow, seeking the light, in the maze of a vast doubt,
But Christians dine with God, they know Him by name,
He, their Shepherd, on the path to heaven, and in each shard of dream woven in name.
In their life, each step, a frame of iconostasis where God resides,
The ineffable made flesh, in Jesus, where heaven and earth in a dance are enjoined,
Their altars are hearts aflame, an eternal burning of the terrestrial angel,
In Jesus, the key to liberty, in a sacred chant - an everlasting mysterium.
He entered this world through humble means.
When baby Jesus cried he was amongst
the animals.
He came to save a dying world in need of
a savior.
He walked the streets sharing the gospel
of love.
He was amongst them and they knew him
not.
They spit, mocked and lied on him.
And sentenced him to death.
What was his crime?
His crime was love, (He loved God)
For it written in John 3:16
16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. NIV
God loved the world, and he loved God
But who was this man?
He Was:
The prince of peace
The bright and morning star
The Good Shepherd
The Son Of David
Lord of Lords
Bread of life
King Of Kings
Although he was all those things, he was the
son of God, he gave his life for you and me.
* Inspired by the “ Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am”
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4-24-2021