WOOL LINING

I came to the fold as a little lamb
Brought to green pastures, by the Great I AM
Safe inside the gate from wolves and thieves
Though they came close, they could never get to me

I grew and grew, in spite of knocks and bruises
Watching my shepherd, ensure, the enemy always loses
In time, He released me to walk among the lions
To gain compassion for the lost ones, dying

The more I judged the saint as sinner
My wool became thick, as my skin grew thinner
Hot, cold, hot, cold, I could never get peace
Suffering and sorrow folded me in, with no hope of release

Soon, a nice man offered me shelter and brought me in
Promising I would never feel afraid again
I entered and left at will, but felt trapped inside
Accusations against the Shepherd, convinced, He had lied

Away from me...you wolf! I know who you are
You mean to take my wool and line your pockets with my scars
You eat me day and night, with terror by night, and phobias by day
Starving me from the safety you promised, by making me easy prey

I am a sheep, I can not defend myself, I'm meant to be eaten
I'm so stupid for believing my fears could ever be beaten
That's all your shepherds do, Oh Great I AM, and you let 'em
They attract the vulnerable with food and promises, then let poverty get 'em

Daddy God, Great Shepherd who loves His sheep
I beg you to not be mocked, by those who refuse to believe, sown seed always reaps
Deliver your naked lambs who have been newly shorn
From the wool lined pockets of the shepherds who adorn

Crowns of gold, and precious gems for their heads of state
Bringing down governments and systems that you have sworn to hate
Step foot on God's HOLY MOUNTAIN, cleaving it in two
One side for self, and the other devoted to you

We will leave the wolves and thieves of the Kingdom, behind
And enter into the Green Pastures that are yours and mine
Children will gather around that great Throne of God to sit at His feet
And baskets of wool will testify that nothing is lost, and victory is sweet.

Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-11-16