Feed My Sheep A small voice in the dark Whispering to an open heart My child, My child, listen to Me And the words to you I speak My child, My child, feed My sheep Though I tried to ignore it The voice wouldn't go away My child, My child What are you waiting for My child, My child, feed My sheep What do I have to give, I cried To those who are hungry and lost To those who stand in the dark What can I feed Your sheep Master, Master, I did cry What do I have to give, I asked Those who know sorrow and despair Those who know no hope or love What can I feed Your sheep Master, Master, I ask You Gather together within My fold My sheep who are hungry and lost My sheep who are standing in the dark And with the Bread of Life I give My child, My child, feed My sheep Hear My voice upon your heart Listen closely to what I say As I fed you with My words And also with My love and grace, so shall you My child, My child, feed My sheep by Cynthia Ogletree