
we don’t have to be royalty to have a King
A shepherd is a King whose staff gathers sheep
A shepherd searches for green pastures
Feeds the goats too and rescues them
Knows his flock by name
Carries them on his back and neck and in his arms
He listens to them in the wind and quiet
And shelters them from the snow and ice
Spreads his light on the darkness lest they tumble
They are his princes, every one
born to reign with him in glory
evermore
