The man on the
beach, calling
Christ waiting for
them there
with fish, a
breakfast, a meal to share
Peter saw him,
jumping into the water
unclean, unworthy,
to come into his presence
knowing what he
had done, denying his Savior
alive, within them,
a mixed blessing for him
coming closer,
with the others, not ready
for what came
next, a test, forthcoming
words of
challenge, of history, of moment
testing his love,
his faithfulness
“Follow me, and
feed my sheep,”
spoke the Master
to the Rock
challenging him,
testing his love
a sheep made a shepherd,
the seed planted
to germinate
within him, growing
until the seed
began to bear fruit
after the flames
ignited his fire, his mouth
gave him voice
that Pentecost
after the
cloistering, the separation
of the apostles,
the first on the way
hidden, timid,
waiting for that day
These were Christ’s
words, affirming in threes,
that it was his
responsibility, three times
just as was his
denial, that night after the garden
when the twelve
followers, ran
fell away from the
Master
These were the
words,
spoken in
reconciliation, painful,
the admonition and
response
“Follow me, feed
my sheep”;
“Yes Lord, I will,
go as I am sent.”
Edited September 8, 2013
“Feed My Sheep – v6”
Edited September 8, 2013
“Feed My Sheep – v5”
Edited September 6, 2013
“Feed My Sheep – v3”
Edited September 6, 2013
“Feed My Sheep – v2”
October 28, 2007 7:18pm
“Feed My Sheep”
John 21:1-22 & Acts 2:1-11
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