How often do we lend a hand
To a precious little lamb in need
Of help along the treacherous path.
But do we often stop to heed
The bleating call of older sheep
Which we pass along the way,
Or near a threatening precipice?
We should lead those gone astray
Into the arms of Love again.
"Feed my lambs," Jesus once entreated;
But lovingly including all,
"Feed my sheep," he twice repeated.
Poems
"Feed my sheep"
(John 21)
From the February 1951 issue of The Christian Science Journal