Jacks Of All Trades - The Black Sheep Tale lyrics

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 who*e 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 bu*ting 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