With shepherd’s crook , O Lord lead your people to pasture.
The flock that is your heritage.
Away from life’s pointless lure.
In an attempt to be sage.Help me always to not take offence,
To let harsh words flow over me.
To see in all tribulation some sort of sense.
So that I may better understand and see.

Let me remember the prodigal son.
He wandered off yet was loved all the more.
He like us are forgiven however far away we run.
And searched onto our very core.

People may be rude.
Just ignore them and take solace in the holy rood.

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What’s more important.
To love all without restraint
Or be lonely

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See Micah 7