In the heart of every believer, a commission rests,
Whispered in the sacred moments, when soul meets divine,
"Feed My sheep," He says, a testament of the quest,
A journey of love, from the vine to the wine.

This love, not made, but revealed in radiant beams,
The essence of God, through the Spirit, now ours,
Binding us to the Father, in the stream
Of a love so vast, it empowers and empowers.

Like Jesus, united with God in seamless grace,
Obedient, poured out for the world's embrace,
He sends us forth, His path to trace,
"In My love," He says, "find your place."

Peter's heart, once torn, now sees,
Love's true face, in the Master's peace.
"Not words, but deeds," the Savior decrees,
"Feed My sheep," in this, My love releases.

Among His flock, some lost, some stray,
Some with coats of pain, some fray.
Yet, God's love knows no dismay,
Through us, His love finds its way.

Prejudice and preference, we must transcend,
For in God's love, there's no end.
To every sheep, His love we send,
His commission, our mission, till the end.

Let not emotions, our hearts mislead,
For it's by His Spirit, His sheep we feed.
In every act of love, a holy seed,
God's love, through us, a river freed.

So, heed the call, let love be your creed,
For in feeding His sheep, we find our deed.
In every gesture, every need,
We echo Christ, in word and deed.

Jhn 21:17  The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my sheep. 

March 3, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop