He came with fleece upon his frame, a shepherd’s smile, a holy name. He spoke of peace, he walked with grace, but shadows lingered on his face.
His fruit was bitter, bruised with pride. His steps betrayed what words would hide. The flock grew restless, hearts grew torn. A wolf had worn the wool since morn.
The wool was soft; the teeth were not. The truth was twisted, then forgot. But those who watched the orchard grow. Could see the thorns beneath the show.
So, test the tree, not just the tongue. Discern the fruit where roots are hung. For wolves may preach and sheep may fall, But God still sees and knows it all.
Father God, give me eyes to see beyond the wool. To test the fruit, not just the form. Let my heart stay gentle, but my spirit stay wise. Shield me from deception and help me speak truth with love. Love You, thank You, praise You and give You all the honor and glory in Jesus Precious Name Amen.

May your day be filled with peace that steadies your steps and wisdom that guards your heart. May you walk gently, love freely, and trust that God is already at work ahead of you. You don’t have to fear what you can’t see, the Lord walks with you, and His truth lights the way.