Hear Me, My Sheep

Hear Me, My Sheep
Written by Donald K. Lefevra
© 2008









Woe unto you who witness the great day of the Lord!
Your lips shall taste the vintage of the wine of wrath I pour.
You shall be cut asunder and dealt your just reward.
Hear Me, my sheep. My sheep, hear Me.

You are blind and made wretched by the riches you desire.
I counsel thee to buy of Me gold tried in the fire.
For whom I love, I’ll chasten. Be zealous therefore of Me.
Hear Me, my sheep. My sheep, hear Me.

If all of my people who are called by My name
Shall humble themselves, pray, and seek my face
And turn from their wicked ways, then shall I hear from heaven
And forgive them of their sin . . .

. . . and heal their land . . . and heal their land.
Hear Me, my sheep. My sheep, hear me.


Printed in the U.S.A.
Jayanbu Publishing Company
Angola, Indiana
2008