Woe, ye watchmen, guard your charge.
The sword is on its way.
Blow the trumpet and warn the people.
Beg them to kneel and pray.
Woe, ye shepherds, focused on self.
Nurture and tend your flock.
Remember you have been entrusted with
God’s precious stock.
Woe, ye flock, fed and kept.
You, too, have accountability.
Remember your fellow sheep.
We are each other’s responsibility.
Woe, ye flock, watched and shepherded,
In community with faithful sheep.
Only you can decide to eternally live,
Or be cast into the deep.
God finds no pleasure in the death
Of the wicked who will change,
But He will destroy and desolate
The evil and deranged.
He is the Good Shepherd watching,
Searching and seeking the lost.
Let Him bring you back into the fold,
And avoid the coming cost.
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Ezekiel 33-37