Taking heed of Jesus’ teaching,
listening for his voice;
looking out for others,
unafraid to make love’s choice.
The shepherd calls them by their name;
he’ll keep them safe from threat.
Come join him in the fold and know
his work’s not finished yet.
Some sheep have different colouring,
might feed on different grass;
they trust in hope and justice,
never fear what comes to pass.
Some speak with foreign accents,
step out in robes or veils,
make peace their golden standard
and weep when loving fails.
They may not pray like we do,
or sing our sacred songs;
but the flock, it comes together
when it stands against the wrongs.
Their doctrines might not be the same,
but one thing they agree:
love is the thing that matters,
forgiveness is the key.
Joined in freedom’s family-flock,
because that’s where they belong:
their differences won’t stop them
as they sing the shepherd’s song.
© Ken Rookes 2015