...and Mine sheep know Me

PERPETUAL
PRIME

I feel someone stole
The end of last year,
The end of a decade
Where faith replaced fear.

Where peace replaced war,
Where joy replaced tears,
Where lamb lay with lion
Prophesied by the seers.

Where far was now close
And cold was now warm,
Sheep with their shepherd,
No one would dare harm.

But shepherds have other,
Flocks they must tend,
When in need, they must go
To feed and defend.

Now standing alone,
All sheared and all shorn,
I shiver, exposed,
To the mist of the morn.

But shepherds they come,
And lions they go,
But with every decade
The sheep’s wool will grow

And thicken before,
The wolves where they stand,
Who want to devour
All sheep of the land.

But she’s not afraid,
Her shepherd prepared
Her, for the fight,
She’s never despaired.

For over the hills
She knows there’s a place
Her shepherd spoke of,
For the end of her race.

Where, forever in fields
Of bliss, no more time,
And years can’t be stolen…
In perpetual prime.