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I Know My Sheep

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 27, 1911

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 88, No. 17.

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I Know My Sheep

By Francesca

“I KNOW My sheep.” Across the mighty distance Of twice a thousand years Those glorious words of love are ever sounding To chase away our fears.
“I know my sheep.” O, think of it, poor stumbler On life's uneven road— You have a Friend who marks your weary footsteps Along the way he trod!
You have a Friend who knows your spirit's travail, Knows your heart-loneliness; And when no human friend is near to help you, He draweth nigh to bless,—
A Friend who knows the evil that is in you; But then he knows as well The good that ever striveth with the evil; Your longings he can tell,—
A Friend who sees and counts your every failure; But not one true success, However small, escapes his loving notice Who only lives to bless.
“I know my sheep.” I think in this short sentence Lies half of heaven's joy, The faint, far echoes of whose sweetest music Sound e'en through earth's annoy. — Francesca.