Wanted: Under-Shepherds

You are out there.
Doubting yourself,
Doubting the flesh,
Counting an inventory of hurts
And lesser humiliations.
Rejoicing in
Christ's ability,
Compassion, wisdom,
Manliness in the face of
Wicked devices.
Offering hope, warning.
The Grand Story.
Not your spin on it;
Just the Grand Story,
Able to unlock any heart.
Able to hug any neck,
An under-shepherd of
The foot-washing sort,
Having caught a glimpse,
Or two
Of the Master.
Never again to be common;
Never again to be free
Or desiring it.


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