In whispers soft and voices bold, Through earthly shepherds, tales are told. Yet human flaws and earthly taint, Can mar the pictures saints might paint.
For power lures with gilded touch, And wealth can tempt the hearts too much; In palaces where jewels bedeck, The shepherd’s path may well deflect.
The flock may stray, the night may deepen, As mortal guides their trust miskeepen. For all are men, and men may falter, Beside the gold-lit altar.
But hark! A call from realms above, Of one pure Shepherd, crowned in love. Jesus Christ, the Son, the Light, Who shepherds with no earthly blight.
No sin in Him, no guile or greed, Perfect in thought, in word, in deed. This Shepherd leads on pathways right, His staff a beacon in the night.
In Him alone, the flock finds peace, From Him, all fears may find release. The living Son, the eternal guide, In whom all hopes and truths abide.
So listen not to human plea, But in Christ’s light, true pathways see. For through His voice, and His alone, The way to brighter pastures shown.
