Voices

The lamb bleats, she is one a hundreds in a field of 300 acres, she appears lost. Bleat bleats, a mother sheep pricks her ears, that’s my little one calling out. The sheep look the same, they may seem to make the same noise, Momma sheep though, she has her ears raised, where are you my little dear, bleat bleat. The lamb looks left and right, Mother sheep comes into view, ba ba ba, mother and daughter unite.

Solomon listened to a sweet voice, there was kindness in the tone, same way there is soul in the music, when it’s from the heart. Wonderful he thought, it reminded him of the words of Jesus, God Knows his own, amen. There are many who try to imitate, many deceivers who have led the flock astray.

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