My Shepherd Poem by Alesia Leach

I was but a little lost sheep,
who laid down by the river to sleep.
My Shepherd walked across the water,
to rescue me for keeps.
He picked me up when I faltered
and washed my sins away.
He made me white as snow,
with the blood he freely gave.
He is more precious than gold,
for he died on the cross for my salvation,
so that I may bow before God in humble adoration.

That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!