The Shepherd's Hand

With teeth like daggers, the world will cut your throat

You are so fragile in your blood-stained coat

In weak wool shields you hide, leaving pain festered inside

And you still swallow your pride, make yourself alone

You run as fast as you can to escape the shepherd’s hands

You run as fast as you can

Make yourself unknown

These strings like shackles perceived as heavy weight

As gravity tackles every mistake

Severance has made you cold

From everything you called your home

Your sedition fathered from emotion

Has kept you from the shepherd’s hands

As you razed your ties, he stood with arms wide

You are not a stray

The kingdom follows wherever you stay

Dark wool won’t paint you black

Ignorance won’t forsake your path

It was carved in stone

Every time you lost your way

I promise you I called your name

And when you thought I left you behind

I was hoping I’d cross your mind

From the garden to the grave

I promise you I called you by name

You were born from fire that saved

The earth from the shadows of an empty grave

I have claimed the throne

Imago dei, I’ve claimed the throne