Poetry and Piano

I sometimes listen to Cheryl play piano and sing. She sings terrible, but that doesn’t ruin the poetry. Here is one song:

“Shepherd, show me how to go

O’er the hillside steep,

How to gather, how to sow,

How to feed Thy sheep;

I will listen for Thy voice,

Lest my fottsteps stray;

I will follow and rejoice

All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,

Wound the callous breats,

Make self-righteousness be still,

Break earth’s stupid rest

I will listen for Thy voice,

Laboring long and lone,

We would enter by the door,

And Thou knowst Thine own

So, when day grows dark and cold,

Tear or triumph harms,

Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,

Take them in Thine arms;

Feed the hungry heal the heart,

Till the morning’s beam;

White as wool, ere they depart,

Shepherd, wash them clean.”