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You shepherd of the flock keeper of the fold ushered me out the gate black sheep that I am with your staff the staff of God warped into a weapon wielded without warning.
Battered, bruised, bleeding, I begged forgiveness a hearing safe clearing if not for me for this little lamb of mine little lamb little lamb of God.
I one just one sheep forgotten for the 99 you shepherd of the flock keeper of the fold return to without remorse with pride in pretty obedient sheep in the pew.
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