Where is the one who will care for the sheep
For many today still slumber and sleep.
And how will they learn if there is no teacher
For blessed are the feet of the gospel preacher.
How will they grow unless they are fed
The words of truth and spirit led.
Day by day and year by year
Time ticks on and death draws near.
Like fruit on the vine that’s left to perish
Who will teach them its life we cherish.
And how will they learn if there is no teacher
For blessed are the feet of the gospel preacher.
Night.2013