The Watchman

He was standing in the  doorway

looking taller than the night,

and His eyes became like dancing flames

as they caught the soft moonlight.

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And as I walked on toward Him

He quickly left that place,

but I followed close behind Him

never knowing what we’d face.

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He led me to an open field

where the sheep and little lambs grew,

and He laid his hand upon me

and spoke these words so new.

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“Feed my sheep and warm their hearts,

never leave them all alone.

You are the watchman of my flock,

so give my sheep a home.”

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He didn’t say another word

but slowly walked away,

and yet I knew beyond a doubt

that I had found aa way.

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I pondered on the words He’d said

and thought about the way

he never had to raise His voice

to make me learn to pray.

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I simply followed close behind,

drawn by this strange new man

who spoke with such authority

by simply raising His hand.

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I didn’t realize then my friend

the power He possessed,

but I knew I wanted more of this

new joy that filled my breast!

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And then one day I saw Him ~

at least I thought it was

the same man who had led me

to that field among the straws ~

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His face was torn and beaten,

His legs were black and blue ~

but I never will forget those eyes

that had that dancing hue!

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As fear began to grip me

He slowly turned my way

and gave me such a peaceful smile

that all I did was say,

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“I’ll follow anywhere You go

and do those things You choose,

because a man with all Your strength

can never, ever lose!”

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And as He hung upon that cross,

His love for us was sealed,

because He suffered for us all

and to us He revealed. . .

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That He’s the Son of God on High

His gentle touch was felt

by the strongest men in all the world

and at His gaze they’d melt.

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But, even more exciting is

the day He rose again

because we know that we ourselves

will rise up like He did!

Sandy Ozanich ~ Copyright 2012

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