Now the Sheep are Scattered
Part I
The entrance to the nave is locked
This Easter, none are gathered.
The Shepherd and his church are struck
And now the sheep are scattered.
The sacraments are locked away,
The doors and windows battened.
The organ will not, cannot, play,
For now the sheep are scattered.
And Christ is strung, high on his cross,
His body scarred and tattered.
But his disciples keep no watch
Not now the sheep are scattered.
And I do not know if we can cope,
Our mortal lives so shattered.
We are dried up; we have no hope
Now the sheep are scattered.
Part II
But Christ does not stay on his cross
And all I once thought mattered
Now all else, I count as loss
E'en though the sheep are scattered.
For it's not in vain his body broke
And his blood is spilled and spattered
For now we are one flock, one folk
Despite the fact we're scattered.
Now he commands us, "Take my grace
To the hurt, the bruised, the battered.
I send you out to every place;
Go now, my sheep, be scattered."
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