Return To The Shepherd Of Your Souls

RETURN TO THE SHEPHERD OF YOUR SOULS

I went to the convention today-

My appetite whet and ready;

Craving for spiritual sustenance-

A diet that's strong and steady.

Before me, I spread my utensils

For my plate was my writing pad;

Two new pens were my fork and my spoon-

Heart ready to be filled with glad!

I wrote with such fervent endeavor-

Hoping to catch each expression;

Encouragement came by the spoonfuls;

Comfort for those with depression.

"Return to the Shepherd of Your Souls!"

Resounded the brother on cue;

Pleadings emanating from his heart-

Calling out to me and to you.

His words were sincere and endearing;

He expressed how our God must feel

When one has not lost the truth, itself-

But more likely have lost their zeal.

He begged for all who have left the Truth

"Return to the God you once knew!"

Imploring of each inactive soul-

Their love for Jehovah, renew.

As I looked around at the faces,

I lay my pen down on my pad;

Tears streamed from ones who had lost dear souls-

My own heart became filled with sad.

As the talk came to its fruition,

The brother quivered with every word;

He openly wept as he pleaded

In hopes that Jah's feelings were heard.

He assured each and every person

Who've slacked off serving God above-

Showing them from his very own Word

How much He and His Son do love!

Sobs could be heard from ones that were touched;

More hugs shared than I can discuss;

All were encouraged to help such ones

To find their way back home to us!