George MacDonald has been a source of comfort and inspirations for the last few years. Thank the Good Lord that he was a prolific writer which means he has much more for me to read and digest. I read this last night. It brought comfort…enJOY!
WRITTEN FOR ONE IN SORE PAIN
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
Scarce the track I stumbling keep!
Through my thin fleece blows the wind!
Turn and see me, Son of Man!
Turn and lift thy Father’s child;
Scarce I walk where once I ran:
Carry me—the wind is wild!
Thou art strong—thy strength wilt share;
My poor weight thou wilt not feel;
Weakness made thee strong to bear,
Suffering made thee strong to heal!
I were still a wandering sheep
But for thee, O Shepherd-man!
Following now, I faint, I weep,
Yet I follow as I can!
Shepherd, if I fall and lie
Moaning in the frosty wind,
Yet, I know, I shall not die—
Thou wilt miss me—and wilt find!
Excerpt From
The Complete Poetry of George MacDonald
George MacDonald