Poetry

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Just remember the days of old,
The times that your grandfather told;
Consider the many years past,
Shadows that generations cast.

Ask your father and he will show,
You of all the elders that know;
They can tell you when the Most High,
Will be coming down from the sky.

Like an eagle spreading its wings,
With a team of angels He brings;
The eagle stirring up the nest,
Brooding where the young are at rest.

As He hovers over its young,
The eaglets from the nest are flung;
And with wings spreading wide to catch,
His claws are spreading out to snatch.

He carries them on His feathers,
Their tiny claws are like tethers;
As they flew up into new heights,
While exploring towards new sights.

And so they were fed from the field,
That only from Heaven could yield;
Drinking milk from the goats and sheep,
Only the Good Shepherd could keep.


Copyright © 2010 Richard Newton Sherrer

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