The Shepherd’s Call


A windswept grassy island. Sheep roaming free. The Shepherd raises his hands to his mouth and calls the flock through the mists. They literally run to come near to him. They know by experience that he is trustworthy; that he truly loves them and understands the fabric of their life. There is no need for butting or disorder. He also is the one who disciplines. They happily submit and rejoice in unison. Their incoming bleatings are a song of delight to the Man of Mercy.

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