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