The Black Sheep Tale Lyrics - Jacks Of All Trades

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