The Black Sheep Tale Lyrics

The Black Sheep TaleThis is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories how I came toknow the grace... a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools... and how thegame got new rules...I'm abandoned, hurt and soreMy skin is ripped by the cutting thornsI'm everybody's cheap laughing stockA spitting cup, just listen how they mockMy flock scattered, fell on the rocksShocked, shattered, fold's door lockedIs there justice for a poorFor a lowly, for a whoreWho's there to...search for the lostBind up the injuredWho's there to...Strengthen the weakDestroy the strong and sleekI try to understand what freedom isSurely it's something far from thisI'm longing for a warm embraceErase the ache in a healing placeGreat is the pain that I got to faceYet the pure rain'll wipe off the disdainI hate the rams, way they did treat meAs a lamb, they bruised me too deeplyMaybe life's here to put me down neatlyBut the strife and fear crush me completelyThey muddied the clean water, trampled the green lawnButting me with their hornsI called out, for shelter I calledNow they're warned that You're the LordYes He broke the bars of my yokeMade a joke out of the goatsHe's there toSearch for the lostBind up the injuredHe's there toStrengthen the weakDestroy the strong and sleekI'll be taken to rich pasturesOn the mountains of plentyIn clear water valleysBy the grazing lands of mercyFor the Lord is my ShepherdI shall not faintJesus came to dye white all the black sheep