You sensed my power
Even when you balked
At the assignment.
Had to remove you
For a time
With the wayward and unruly.
And the leaning way.
Much too impetuous, you
But I saw the big picture
And when you stopped
Puffing out your chest
Time to give you my rod.
MY rod, Son
For the Kings to yield
For the waters to part
For the journey to start
For the people to heed
And miracles to feed
Through one yielded
Tender of sheep.
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