Pilchard

Pilchard stumbled into a sheep-pen. In the middle of the pen stood the shepherd. He didn't seem to mind this dirty little sheep barging into his pen. He knew it the moment he laid his eyes on her. Underneath all that dirt, grime and scars, he'd knew that his lost sheep has come home. His heart leapt. There was a thorn in her flesh, he recognised it. It has been there ever since she was but a little lamb. His heart overwhelmed with love and joy, he ran towards her and held her fiercely to his chest. Tears streaming down his cheeks, they fell softly unto Pilchard. Worn out with exhaustion, Pilchard drifted into sleep in the arms of the shepherd. They were warm. His scent familiar. His rich voice filled the air. He was singing a song of a lost sheep that has been found. "I am the good shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own. As the Father knows Me, even so I know the Father; and I lay down My life for the sheep. And other sheep I have which are not of this fold; them also I must bring, and they will hear My voice; and there will be one flock and one shepherd." - From the gospel according to the apostle John, chapter 10, verse 14 to 16 NKJV.


May the love of the Shepherd fill your heart today and yield harvest tomorrow,
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