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.