Following the Footsteps of the Flock

Lord, Your voice calls; we just obey;
Our blest place has been prepared;
Though my young heart may shrink or stray,
Your restoring staff is there.
In green pastures, by still waters,
How Your presence comforts me.
God’s dwelling place abounds with grace;
Flock follow unswervingly.

Things on the way serve to expose
Natural ability;
My stubborn heart knows not Your will,
With God wrestles tirelessly.
Your hand touched my stubborn places,
Transformed, to obed’ient be;
Your word reveals, leads me to know:  
“My life-long Shepherd is Thee.

Your love constrains, You gently urge,
We are drawn as You adjure,
To go in faith, as mothers, nurse,
Feed, cherish, raise up, mature;
In love pay the price, work gladly.
Praying, bear men to the Lord;
Together tried, fear not defeat;
Your coming is our reward.

To build Your house, no more we roam,
God’s dream’s fixed upon our soul;
Cast off all weights, and run the race,
The building’s our only goal.
Pattern cheers, and we respond, renewed;
As faith’s footsteps we accept,
Follow the Lamb unto the end,
That Holy City with You.