Ujamaa Christian Poetry
AMONG MY FLOCK
O' thy suffering pain ...
While looking down upon the plain
And sorrow fills Me; I see my flock
I feel much more the pain, afflicted me
Magnified worse, only that of what I see.
The scattering of MY precious little lambs
Such a helpless lot of lost among the lands
No Shepard's love to lead them strong.
Only faithless wolves to do them wrong
Though that I know of their fate
And that I Am; I'm, going to my Father's side
Going on ahead, preparations must be made
For those who hold fast and firm, to the Faith
Though, left behind are tears and sweat filled blood
They've been shed upon the path, of those who see
Once for all; staining clear the way to be
For although, scattered by their "foe"
In three days-Those days are coming fast
Back I'll come to claim-My pure domain
And set leaders of My sheep onto their path
Yet; still full of tears, just the same
And though those tears remain
No, not for Thy own pain-
But for the pain I see
Among these people-Still deceived
So look up here-Look up here and see!
Remember now this time-This time of Mine
For I Am; taking all your pains with Me
And putting, all them back
Where they ought to be
Back upon death's back-
Paid back, left on this rack
If only, they will plainly see?
"Father forgive them"
Written by Robert R. Macmillan
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