I take my sheep to a wild grass land,
Surrounded by mountains and hills,
Where ponds in the midst do stand,
They graze,drink at their own wills.
I know my sheep,they know my voice,
They hear my voice and obey my crook,
They follow me with a quiet noise,
They signal me on finding any risk.
My sheep I tend,guard and feed,
I love my sheep,they love me,
Scatter never, together they lead,
On sunset they return with glee.
I name each sheep in my holy herd,
True Master and The Good Shepherd.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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