Held

A Battered Sheep, a Strong Shepherd

Held

Weak am I; a battered sheep
Defenseless, here I lie.
But strong is He, who loves and keeps,
and tends to every cry.

My Savior stays beside me,
through the fire, we will go.
Yet safe with Him, no burns I bear
Our robes gleam white as snow.

When bones and heart give way to death
and to the earth I fold,
He lifts me to His shoulders strong;
a steady, loving hold.

Then through the waters deep, He treks—
a Shepherd with His sheep.
With trembling legs, I rest on Him,
who gently bids me “sleep.”

Until one day, our journey ends
as we approach the throne.
I gaze into my Father’s eyes
and sing, for I am home.

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Updates:

I published a book! Momentary Afflictions is a collection of poems exploring suffering, grief, and prolonged seasons of darkness. The collection is rooted in Scripture, speaking honestly about life in a fallen world while holding fast to the hope found in Christ.

You can purchase a copy of Momentary Afflictions here.

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Ali

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