His Flock

When the shepherd beds down His flock

He is leery that something might be wrong

He will keep his eyes on the smallest lambs

He watches very intently His vision is strong

While the moon shines brightly He can see

His whole flock and he counts them one by one

Knowing as long as they are quiet and resting

There wont be a wolf to make the sheep run

As the restless night goes through the midnight

The shepherd is hard pressed to stay from sleep

Still he knows he must be vigilant and stay awake

Each one that is in his flock he knows he must keep

Thankfully he sees the sun rising over distant hill

His nights work soon will be coming to an end

All of his flock has made it through another night

A prayer to his Savior up above He will now send

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