The sheep that was saved
Lord, You did not run away
but were determined to stay.
And for this sheep You died
when You were crucified.
Satan ravaged and roared
as into Your soul he clawed.
But You would not let me go
and saved me from my foe.
Good Shepherd of my soul
Your sacrifice made me whole.
When upon the cross You bled
and died there in my stead.
poem by Royston
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