Lost and Bleating
O Dear God,
I just wanted something better, just wanted something more
Thought I could go out there and get it
Cleverly maneuver and make it
Somehow got stuck in this stinking hole.
I nibbled at the bush, felt the thorns brush
Thought deeper inside the thorns won't be much
Just a little more, O God, I tried just a little more
Before I knew, it was too late
I am caught in the middle of thorns I hate.
I am in pain, can you hear me bleating?
I am in fear, can you hear my crying?
When you look at the ninety-nine
Oh God, will you see I am missing in the line?
Please do! Please do! I need you to!
It's dark and dreary in the cold night
Wolves are howling, beasts are sniffing
Please, dear God, come, get me home!
I can't believe I am in the sun
I can't believe I am in my pen
You came and parted the thorns
Your bruised hands gently picked me
On Your shoulders they laid me
Carried me home, carried me home!
You knew how to do it
You knew how to make it
I just had to bleat, I just had to bleat
And wait, when my heart missed frightened beats.
Copyright © Dennisa Davidson | Year Posted 2008
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