Send the lambs to a foreign land,
Let the lambs visit their ruler;
Going across the desert sand,
When the summer sun is crueler.
The river has shallow crossings,
Where girls are like fluttering birds;
And are scattered to their nestlings,
With all of their gossiping words.
All they want is to give advice,
Letting you make the decision;
That sounds more like chaotic mice,
Only Satan would envision.
Make your shadow as dark as night,
As the sun reaches at high noon;
Hiding fugitives from the sight,
Of the evil that is immune.
Do not betray the refugees,
Rather render aid to escape;
And think about the strategies,
For blending into the landscape.
Let the fugitives stay with you,
For a while as their refuge;
Do not hide and tell it all true,
Shelter for the passing deluge.
Be refuge from the destroyer,
The peace that is amidst chaos;
Satan can be an annoyer,
Remind them of Christ and the cross.
Ruthless people come to an end,
As the destruction will be gone;
Because of your only true friend,
Will be bringing in a new dawn.
The Lord will be your trusted King,
Because He will faithfully rule;
For victory what He will bring,
Since evil will die as a fool.
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer
