[So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms;
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
Till the morning’s beam;
White as wool, ere they depart,
Shepherd, wash them clean.]

That poem goes straight to my heart. I sang it with a group a while back and tears flowed by the time I heard those last two lines. Thank you for posting it for us, Orinda. Such a tender feeling of embrace and Grace from words of love, innocence, yielding, trust, healing, and wholeness...and relief felt being held in the arms of the Shepherd. "Shepherd, show me how to go."