The Shepherd

Who is He?
When I’m lost He guides,
I’m left out,
In Him I abide.

Though talked about,
Though judged.
He looks beyond,
With a light nudge.

Softly He calls,
One here, one there.
Sometimes I wonder,
Why He even cares.

Despite my wonder,
I know He does.
It’s you it’s me,
He really loves.

Though I denied,
He stretched out His arms,
Then He died.

His blood shed,
For it was to be.
That He was put in the grave,
And rose on day three.