True Shepherd

There are footsteps none can follow
Lest they take them to the pit
And the pathway there is broad as it can be.
There is truth that some can’t swallow
Cannot make good sense of it
Yet it smells and tastes like pure reality

There’s another path that’s narrow
Very few will walk that way
And this truth cuts to the marrow
And will crush those feet of clay
If they are found in darkness on that day.

For this way it is a sheep-path
And it’s trodden down and worn
By the flock that has escaped God’s wrath
It has left them shaved and shorn
Devastated by the shears
That cuts them off from all their fears
They only cling to the shepherd now
They only sing to the shepherd now
Who will lead them home somehow.

So lead us sinners home
Lead us sinners home
We follow the one true shepherd
He is leading sinners home.

For the shepherd laid his life down
So the sheep may pass this way
For the shepherd took his crown
That His Father gave that day
Love became a living offering
In a Shepherd crowned a Mighty King
And a Savior of the sheep who went astray.

Oh King, lead us sinners home
Lead us sinners home
We follow the one true shepherd
He is leading sinners home.


Anthony Foster
May 1, 2011