Whittled from a perfect tree
Always there to lead and guide me
Curved to make a quick catch
Strong and sure a perfect match
Long nights and bright days
A Shepard’s rod in many ways
There to always draw me in
Thy hook of love from within
Thy Shepard’s staff sustains me
Just like the cross from that perfect tree
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