The Black Sheep Tale Video (MV)

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