A small voice in the dark,
Whispering to an open heart,
My child, My child, listen to Me,
And the words to you I speak,
My child, My child, feed my sheep.

Though I tried to ignore it,
The voice inside my head wouldn't go away,
My child, My child,
What are you waiting for,
My child, My child, feed my sheep.

What do I have to give, I cried,
To those who are hungry and lost,
To those who stand in the dark,
What can I feed Your sheep,
Master, Master, I ask you.

Gather together within my fold,
My sheep that is hungry and lost,
My sheep that are standing in the dark,
And with the bread of life I give,
My child, My child, feed my sheep.

Hear My voice upon your heart,
Listen closely to what I say,
As I fed you with My words!
And also with My love and grace, so shall you,
My child, My child, feed My sheep.

©Claudia Austin
December 2006
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