I ask for the best of the flock, dear child The offering you give Me
I ask for the best of the flock, dear child The offering you give Me But what is this weak and puny lamb Upon the altar I see?
For the world outside, you present your best Not a bit from them withhold But from God you keep the choicest bits And give Him the stale and old.
I ask for the best of the flock, dear child I am your Sovereign King For earthly rulers you cringe and bow And the cream of the crop you bring.
What are your proffered words of love They bring with them distaste For I see a stilted sacrifice And I know ‘love’s’ out of place.
~ Jenny Daniel
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