Growth

A babe, yet advanced in age
Wise in the world, a fool of Heaven
A flock gathered round in protective ring
As nourishment and knowledge fed by gentle hands
More growth requires a place made for new
A babe no more, knowledge sharing now my task too
Away from the center I hear the prowling lions roar
Courage wains as doubt begins once more
Resolved in faith by all that been taught
Always close to the Slain Lamb for provision
When fear overpowers I seek His sweet voice
Outward I grow now closer to ring’s edge
Task has grown to aid Him, called as shepherd 
Now to see the lions pace as vessels of hatreds flame
My feet firmly planted, clothed in Savior’s peace
Battered and oppressed, still I persevere to trials end
Again pulled into ring for Christ’s nourishment
Refreshed, Restored and Reaffirmed in kingdom position
Back to edge I go with shepherd staff in hand