Black Sheep, Black Sheep (poem) by Charlotte Russell Johnson on AuthorsDen

Black Sheep, Black Sheep
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Black Sheep, Black Sheep Consolation from the throne Black Sheep Black Sheep… Where have you been… Hiding with your lovers, hiding with your friends… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Where have you been… Don’t you understand… I’m your everlasting friend… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why are you in so much pain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… The king’s heart is in My hand… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why have you lost hope… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I can help you cope… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why do you cry… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I’m here to dry your eyes… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why is your head down… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I’m preparing your crown… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why are you looking for temporal gain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… Life in Me is eternal gain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why worry, why fret… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I know your name… I engraved it in the palms of My hands… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Why so much anguish and pain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I understand rejection… I understand pain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Give Me your pain… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… You’re the reason why I came… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Won’t you come home… Don’t you understand… My arms are open wide… I’m crying… My child won’t you come… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I want to be your shepherd… As only I can… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… There was never any lack… Black Sheep, Black Sheep… Don’t you understand… I was with you in HELL… My blood brought you BACK!!!!
I never wanted to write A Journey To Hell and Back. The book was delayed for more than eight years. It was only after my back was against the wall that I was obedient to God. For two weeks almost non-stop, I cried as I typed the story that would expose Charlotte Russell. My grief was caused by the fact that I am no longer Charlotte Russell but Charlotte Johnson. For the first time in years, I felt the pain of being a Black Sheep. This poem was my consolation straight from the throne of God.

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on November 8, 2002

God must have made it all bearable for you. Bill

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

wow!! i am so glad you are over your pain; god has truly shown his mercy on you! he is so good, isn't he? love, your friend, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) :)