The Seminary

Written By: Mary Jane Andrews 5/5/10

Much is learned on the grassy hill,
Here, your heart is an open ear,
Where sights and sounds that distract are still
And He turns His face as you draw near.
A graduate of the Shepherd’s School,
Hallowed mysteries here are told,
Not in lectures, books and teaching tools
But in turning of your waiting soul.
A prophet and a warrior king
Schooled in the sheepfold, lone and wild.
Through centuries His promise brings,
Revealed to pure and thirsty child.
Be it meadows hushed or prison walls,
Or fevered beds of endless night,
Draw nigh to Him, the still small call
And receive the secret of His might.