"When He saw the multitudes, He was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd. Then saith He unto His disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers into His harvest" (Matthew 9:36-38).
As sheep that had no shepherd,
Our Savior saw the crowd;
As land where few endeavored
To reap the ground they plowed.
I see that noisy multitude,
Imagining their fashion:
Though pushy, noisy, needy, rude,
They moved Him with compassion.
The multitude has not changed much,
Though centuries have gone.
Our televisions, cars, and such
Are here, but life goes on.
Yet still my Savior's heart is moved
With love for straying sheep.
So by His love I am reproved
To pray, go forth, and reap.
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