My sheeple perish
what to do
they see the boundaries
run right through
they take the shield
and throw it down
the thorny brush
my painful crown
The garden bed
they trampled on
and now not fed
they linger on
and turn against
their only hope
the One to cleanse
their wounds like soap
The hand which wipes
away their tears
was stained with blood
two thousand years
before  you saw the
light of day
He died for you
and come what may
He calls to heart
which turns again
to filthy place, the darkest sin
Messiah knows
He leaves the rest
to find you in the
another mess
He draws you back
to quietness
restores your soul
to joyfulness
and washes clean
and sets you free
to live again
in harmony.