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