The Shepherd of the Morning
Poor, weak, hopeless and frail,
Little orphaned Lamb you begin the day
Alone, and on a cruel dark trail,
Blind helpless lost, you have no way.
But Lo! There is a Shepherd sure,
Who guides, protects and keeps secure.
He knows the way to sweet green hills,
A hard lonely path where lambs are killed.
A lamb without a Shepherd there
Would surely die in sin’s despair.
Justice the Wolf, he lies in wait,
From his fell teeth is no escape.
But for a lamb rescue is found
In this Shepherd safe and sound.
For Shepherd Jesus fully met
The need of Justice in His death.
He fully met and soundly beat
Death in His death, so we might see
Those sweet green hills, that morning dew,
A flock of sheep that were made new.
For that Shepherd not only died,
Beaten, whipped, and crucified.
He died and then He rose again
To meet God’s justice, pay for sins.
The sins of sheep within his flock,
The sins of those who cannot stop.
For our great Shepherd we are blessed,
Since we’re clothed in His righteousness.
And such a coat cannot be sheared,
Little lamb there is but this one light,
That in His coat you need not fear,
It is warm and safe in this Dark Night.
