You sensed my power

Even when you balked

At the assignment.

Had to remove you

For a time

Shepherding exercise

With the wayward and unruly.

Learning patience

Desert harshness

And the leaning way.

Much too impetuous, you

But I saw the big picture

And when you stopped

Puffing out your chest

Time to give you my rod.

MY rod, Son

For the Kings to yield

For the waters to part

For the journey to start

For the people to heed

And miracles to feed

Through one yielded

Tender of sheep.

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