Shepherds:
“Lord! Lord! We shepherded your flock! Our tender hearts are true…”
JC:
“Who are you: false, conceited men? No-one I ever knew!”
Shepherds:
“But Lord – we preached nice, honied words! So softly-sounding sweet…”
JC:
“You preached whatever words ensured your tenure you’d complete!
Just popular opinions. Half-truths sounding worldly wise.
But not The Truth! Not My Good News! My words you did despise!”
Shepherds:
“But Lord – we laboured hard and long. So many works we did…”
JC:
“…To fleece My sheep! To hinder them – while keeping God’s Truth hid!
You forced My sheep to scatter among wolves as easy prey.
You made My sheep to stumble – your lies led many astray.”
Shepherds:
“But Lord – don’t look so angry now! We helped – we helped indeed!”
JC:
“You persecuted My own sheep – the wounds you gave them bleed!
Just like your father: Satan! For his goats you surely are!
You’re not My sheep! Depart from Me! I know you not! Now far
Away from bliss eternal is your place. Go down this road!
My angels will force-march you to the fiery lake where stowed
Are devils for your company. Roast these false shepherds long
Along with Satan and his ilk! Hell’s where they all belong!”
Antipodean Writer 