The Black Sheep Tale Lyrics

The Black Sheep Tale lyrics

This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories



how I came to know the grace...



a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools... 



and how the game got new rules...







I`m abandoned, hurt and sore



My skin is ripped by the cutting thorns



I`m everybody`s cheap laughing stock



A spitting cup, just listen how they mock



My flock scattered, fell on the rocks



Shocked, shattered, fold`s door locked



Is there justice for a poor



For a lowly, for a whore



Who`s there to...



search for the lost



Bind up the injured



Who`s there to...



Strengthen the weak



Destroy the strong and sleek







I try to understand what freedom is



Surely it`s something far from this



I`m longing for a warm embrace



Erase the ache in a healing place







Great is the pain that I got to face



Yet the pure rain`ll wipe off the disdain



I hate the rams, way they did treat me



As a lamb, they bruised me too deeply







Maybe life`s here to put me down neatly



But the strife and fear crush me completely



They muddied the clean water, trampled the green lawn



Butting me with their horns







I called out, for shelter I called



Now they`re warned that You`re the Lord



Yes He broke the bars of my yoke



Made a joke out of the goats







He`s there to



Search for the lost



Bind up the injured



He`s there to



Strengthen the weak



Destroy the strong and sleek







I`ll be taken to rich pastures



On the mountains of plenty



In clear water valleys



By the grazing lands of mercy







For the Lord is my Shepherd



I shall not faint



Jesus came to dye white all the black sheep