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Edited on Wed Jul-20-05 04:45 PM by PurgedVoter
A Mighty Shepherd is our King ©Robert D. Strawn
We are but sheep and our shepherd a king, He guards us in sleep, a herd in a ring. And we are cleaned white, and we are shorn clean, And our guard dogs fight, of that we are keen. And the weak and the frail, they just fade way, Our merciful guard, he takes them each day.
And we are taught fear, and that keeps us safe, Our leader is near, at least his dogs are. Yes we follow him, wherever he leads. And we never swim, secure in our needs. And he is with us, surrounded by dogs, Thank God that he’s just, and so are his dogs.
He just tortures wolves, though some looked like sheep, Not him, his dogs, that’s the logical leap. Those dogs he rewards, unless are caught, If he loves them enough, then caught, their not. And his dogs keep us safe, when he’s not there, With his dogs we are safe, and without care.
Sad that those wolves tortured, sometimes were sheep, Still it is all worth it, safely I sleep. Those crimes are not mine, and gosh he’s a wiz, Cus he hears the voice, of that God of his. Who leads him to lie, or at least to wrong, does a false profit cry? or just change song?
It is only the sheep, that don’t fit in, That he puts to sleep, as the herd gets thin. Rejoice while his dogs, hunt all our foe down. They only bite sheep, from another town. And then we have peace, while their mother cries, As long’s it’s not us, who cares when one dies.
Protected from naught, turning naught to war, Enriched and uncaught, our enemies more. Stewards are bought, and our coffers are poor, With no end even sought, selling the store. Were is the end, of the greed without need? Why seek more profit while families bleed?
And we sheep are most sheep with Christian Faith. Looking for wealth and to always be safe! And for justice for all, less they are brown, Or poor, or odd sexed, or not from our town. Our mercy was great and of great renown. Till our greed led us down, let us down, Down-Down-Down. And he is our hero, with dog all around.
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