"Feed My Sheep" lyrics - TWINKIE CLARK

I long to be in the fold of the Apostles and the Prophets
I long to be made and mold like Jeremiah when he went to the potters house
And the Lord said
Behold

As the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in my hand
Thus sayeth the Lord

As the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in my hand
Thus sayeth the Lord

Oh shepherds, feed my sheep
Lest they hunger and thirst to death

Oh shepherds, feed my sheep
Let not the flock go astray
Let not the flock go astray

Oh shepherds, feed my sheep
Feed 'em lest they hunger and thirst to death
All of you preachers out there
All of you leaders

Oh shepherds, feed my sheep
They need you
Let not the flock go astray
Oh, they're waiting to be saved
Let not the flock go astray
Oh the backsliders everywhere
Let not the flock go astray
Shepherds, pastors, evangelists

Let the shepherds feed my sheep
For t hey are in need
Teach them the way
Go get em
Let not the flock, don't let 'em die
You can do it
Seek the Lord
Now all know we will not they'll be lost
But they may be found
Let not the flock go astray

Lead all my shepherds
Feed it the pastors, take my word
If my people, which are called by My name
Would humble themselves, and pray
And seek my face
And turn from their wicked ways