I Was Tending My Flock

I was tending my flock
Like Amos of old
Loving my Maker
Doing what I was told
When all of a sudden
Mr 'Religious' came
And pointed at me
The finger of blame

'Call yourself a Christian'
He said with disgust
To go to church
Is an absolute must
You must read The Word
And pray every day
And do exactly
What it does say

Submit yourself
To us your leaders
And receive guidance from
'Authorized feeders'

He raised His voice
And stomped on the ground
And what he spoke
Seemed true and sound
But it left my spirit
In a state of despair
For I sought to KNOW my Maker
And of His Ways, be aware.

...I watched my prize doe
From the corner of my eye
She'd seen my suffering
And knew our Self-life must die
So she crept up slowly... From behind
'So fanatical', she thought
To Natures Beauty are they blind?

She positioned herself
Behind his back
And thought to herself
'One more word without tact'
And I will bunt him
In the pond
Then he will learn
Something of the Glories Beyond.

"Is Jesus your Lord"
Harshly he did say
"You may have a demon
For you we will pray"
To this my Doe
Stepped back two paces
Then ran at him
Oh the look on our faces
As he was tipped
Into The Pond
For Jesus is coming
From The Heavens beyond
And He is coming
For His Bride, the church
So religious people
Who use laws birch
When In the Pond
Of their own tears
Will recognise
Their own real damage and fears.
And unconditional love
Will form within each heart
And 'Religion in the head'
Will quickly depart.

The Royal Law of Love... Will be written within
When we abandon our lives... Completely to Him

1 John Chapter 4 verse 7 & 8

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