A Shepherd in Sheep’s Clothing:

Today would have been my Dad’s 66th birthday. He wrote this when he was 40. He died a year later. He was pretty awesome.


A Shepherd in Sheep’s Clothing:

Why can’t I walk, God?
And why can’t I play?
And wrestle the kids at the end of each day?
Why can’t it be like it always was before?
Why can’t I play tennis, or run anymore?

I don’t understand, God,
And the price is too steep.
Then the echo came back:

Just go feed my sheep.

Easy for you, you’re a shepherd by trade
A rod and a staff, and you’ve got it made…

You seem to forget, that I was also a sheep.
A sacrificed Lamb; the cross, too, is steep.
And all that I ask for your role to be
Is that when people see you, they also see me.

Because, Bob, we’re together while climbing this hill;
We’re living each day, seeking God’s will.
A miracle is happening, and Joy follows sorrow.
But we need a perfect vantage point from which to view tomorrow.

Your weakness makes me stronger,
And my strength is all we need.
By my stripes you’re healed already
So let’s find a flock to feed.

Bob Ivey – 8|5|46 – 7|11|88


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