Flock

Looked at His marvellous light
Tears bled through the fight
Won the battle in victory
Over death and sin
It wasn’t just a whim

Felt the fire surge
Compelled with an urge
To do what is right
Only hearts are stone cold
How many have left this fold?

With Jesus gone after them
I tend mine alone amidst the wolves

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