Busy weekend around ole Deke’s house with it being the Easter weekend and all, so just a quick bit of original poetry for this weekend. Monday will see a more typical post, either by myself or Miz Pink.
Shepherd & the Wolf
A helpless and a wayward flock
A wolf beholds them all
Hunts them, stalks them, hounds each one
And slays them when they fall
Unless the shepherd intervenes
Steps up and swings his staff
Strikes the wolf, protects the sheep
Denies the beast its wrath
The wolf, he is the Fallen One—
Satan hunting souls.
But we’re defended—safe, secure
With Christ in shepherd’s role.
Deacon Blue
Inda Pink
i love wolf angry
My wife had arrived through the South, so I was at good hands.
Scores of reefs are actually lying idle in Queensland where tremendous yields were obtained
close to the surface, but which were abandoned for want of
capital. Neighbours were few in number, where there
were only three other women living inside neighbourhood – all lived in a choice of bark huts or tents making
use of their young children.