Judge, Judge's, Judged Poem by James McLain

By your sheer force of will.
Before we all knew of the many the few,
I have known and the many were you.

More so few can say that for the one still alive,
that comes and goes, God should living be.
Good Doctor's of light,
and loving each life, living these mortgaged men.

Know by these words all men might be,
and still I see one is not.
Greetings from me.
I commend this one soul,
to keep it safe by my keeping of yours.

I have lost count of the number of sheep
and soon I must hope in sleep I am still in your dreams.
True wisdom in health, knows the strength of the wise.
Know now that I know you can not save them all,
but to the thief of the soul of the one.