"Feed my sheep"

Peter, I felt your ecstasyThat day you met beside the sea.That mighty urge I too have knownTo rise and follow him alone;Mine the quick faith to walk the wave.And mine the cry, "O Master, save."

What joy and faith filled you and meThat day he made the blind to see!But mine, like yours, the fear and doubtThat failed to cast the demon out.We both have felt self-will and prideBefore the touch of Love subside.

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