We all like sheep have gone astray,
We wayward ones, darkened and small.
Our shepherd comes, as bright as day…
His brightness gives our dirt away –
Will he judge us as we fall?
We all like sheep have gone astray…
No, he comes – the prophets say –
To feed, to heal the wounds of all;
Our shepherd comes as bright as day.
Though decked in angels’ gold array,
See: he lies with lambs so small
(For all like sheep have gone astray),
A child, yet from ancient days,
Brings down kings. (Empires fall.)
Our shepherd comes as bright as day:
Shining light to seek and save,
Taking on the sins of all –
For all like sheep have gone astray;
Our shepherd’s here, as bright as day!
The Consolations of Writing 