Be Proud Sheep
As I stand in the valley and gaze at the hills
I have to accept I am at the lowest of points
But knowing I’ll climb, provides me with thrills
I’ll then be at the top, with He who anoints
It is when we are lowly and sit in despair
We raise our heads, in hope, up to the Son
We know we are sheep then, in constant care
With a high hill to climb, then we have won
Be not saddened by stature or position there be
Be accepting to the point that it will not bother
Let Him hold you in glory and then you will see
You’ll be taken to Heaven by He who’s your brother
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