Once there was a little girl. She was a little shy, often quiet, and mostly all alone.
She never really liked to play ordinary games.
She’d sit alone in Sunday school and recess every day.
Sometimes the kids made fun of her; sometimes they talked too much.
It didn’t matter much to her, She’d just use her big green eyes to sit alone and such.
She’d sit instead and study the picture of Jesus and his sheep.
She’d always find a way to hide behind her hair or even fall asleep.
The girl grew and learned about that man.
She began to memorize his words because she liked the sound of them.
In her alone-ness the little one wanted just a kiss.
She wanted to be perfect and leave a life like this.
She’d go to to his house alone and wonder.
She’d talk to him for hours and ask him why she wondered.
She loved his altar; it was her favorite place.
But the little girl was foolish, only just a child.
Nothing less than folly was bound in her heart of wild.
She often sinned against that friend,
and sadly, she extended,
her hands to the familiarity she found
in the fear her world lended.
The child walked alone.
Every day she saw her foolishness more and more and more.
How on earth could she not know to knock upon His door?
She knew she must,
She prayed and prayed,
Three things to God she did daily say:
“Daddy, give me wisdom! I know I am a fool!
Daddy, give me insight! I know I am a fool!
Daddy, convict me! Convict me! Convict me! Convict me, Daddy!
Please, Daddy, convict me of my sin!
I know I am a fool!
Please, stop me, Daddy! Help me!
I’m a fool!”
Still, she wanted to be perfect. But she knew she was a fool.
She feared the foolishness she could not forego,
and she graciously greeted the foe she friended,
to fear she said, “Hello!”
The more she feared, the less she prayed.
The less she prayed, the more she feared;
the less she hoped.
Then that loving Jesus she’d thought she’d always keep,
he changed, he did, in her mind he changed
and no longer held the sheep.
The picture was quite different now.
Instead, he held a rod,
and also now, a scowl.
Could it be the girl did see
a man who was not he?
She doubted that man could love a fool,
and surely such was she.
She was right,
that man could not,
but Jesus was not he.
He was her false accuser, see,
and she was so deceived,
she let him fool her even more
and Jesus she let be.
No, she would not trust that Jesus man no more,
no, nor his friends she would let in,
they’d just ridicule her like before.
She had forgotten she was a fool,
and fear became her god and tool.
That Shepherd did not let her go,
he would not be replaced.
He destroyed that idol god
and placed his image on her face.
The little child heard her old friend,
surprised that he had come.
She listened very closely as
he answered prayers she’d left undone.
In just two words her Daddy came
and called her back to war,
“Fear not!” his voiced commanded her
with compassion in his tone.
“You are mine and you will not walk alone.
Fear not, my child, I will provide.
I do not need nor do I want
what you cannot supply.”
All at once she ran to him –
she saw him as he was!
She sat back down to study him
and sheep were all around.
“Jesus, please,” she said once more,
“I lack three things for sure,
Lord, give me wisdom,
give me insight,
and convict me to the core.”
He honored little Lori’s prayer.
She could not ask for more.
That Shepherd Jesus gave her all she asked
when she knocked upon his door.
Fear not, my friends, he is alive!
No need to hide or run.
That Shepherd man I know so well
will finish what’s begun.
Hear him, church,
I think he’s here.
Surely, he has come.
He will not kill, steal, or destroy,
but my Jesus is not done.
Fear not, my friends, for he is here.
He is working, finding faith, and soon,
getting ready to appear.
Thank him, praise him, honor him,
and find him in your fear.
There is no God like Jesus, friends,
he like a Shepherd holds
even we, the foolish sheep,
oh, so, very dear.
For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands, 6 as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord. And you are her children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening. ~1 Peter 3:5