Er rufet seinen Schafen mit Namen, BWV 175

In Leipzig town, so long ago, A cantata did Bach bestow. For Pentecost, a joyous day, His music would the sheep portray. "He calls His sheep by name," they say, The Shepherd's love will never sway. With tender care, He guides each one, From dawn till setting of the sun. The music danced, the voices soared, As Bach's creation was adored. The sheep, they listened, hearts aglow, To hear their names in music flow. On that bright day, the melody, Revealed the Shepherd's love so free. No sheep forgotten, none astray, For Bach's cantata showed the way. So let us learn from Bach's grand art, To listen closely, play our part. For just like sheep, we all are known, By name, by love, we're not alone. Random page: Gta: chinatown wars