Feminine 101

A world newly formed and a man placed inside,

From the dust transformed with nothing to hide.

The lips that gave breath appointed him Adam.

The cruel sting of death that tenant couldn’t fathom.

The first of many sheep that He would call by name,

The first for sin to weep o’re fall of ancient fame.

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Others came, of course, mired in sin and shame.

You know well the remorse, that shaped who he became,

From Egyptian palace, to that fated mount Horeb,

Wearing shepherd’s callous, he first heard the God of Jacob.

“Moses, Moses!” He called. And Moses hid his face.

He would see the Glory of auld, another day in that place.

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And there was that boy, called fourfold in the night.

In the priest, Eli’s, employ, charged to take up the fight.

“Speak, your servant listens,” he cried in the witching hour.

By heav’ns commissions, he proclaimed the Word in power.

A priest become kingmaker, a son of Benjamin he found

Then cursed that Word breaker, and David instead was crowned.

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His sheep hear His voice. He knows them all by name.

He calls them to rejoice, His own He will reclaim.

Always He runs after, ever He’s pursuing.

Called that sullen actor, “Elijah, what are you doing?”

Or found on Galilee’s bay, “Simon, do you love me?”

Or on the Damascus way, “Why persecute you me?”

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Perhaps the most telling, is that fateful first morn

At an urge compelling, that woman so forlorn,

Found her Master gone, heaping sorrow upon grief.

She wept there in the dawn, in heartache and unbelief.

Where is He now buried, oh tender of the garden?

But when He called, “Mary!” that sheep knew Him then.

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History is eager to tell of the name He gives His own.

Snatched from death and hell, they bow before His throne.

From Adam to Moses, To Samuel, Elijah, and Saul

It’s clear that He chose us, that His sheep hear His call.

Mary, Peter, He’s got us, no matter where we run,

We are Children of promise, every single one.