I am my brother's keeper,
for there is no one else
but him who keeps the sheepfold
and loves us as himself.
He comes to me for tending,
unworthy as I am.
I am my savior's shepherd,
who comes as but a lamb.
An infant in a manger,
he entered thus our world,
and walks it in the stranger,
the Christ of God returned.
No den or nest he has here,
no place to lay his head,
but helpless in our hands now
he lies as broken bread.
How can it be, my Jesus,
that I should shepherd you?
I look to you for keeping,
but you're my brother, too.
Then let me set a table,
in spite of all my foes,
where you can rest in safety
and mercy overflows.
Kate Bluett 