Black Sheep

Wandering in the wastelands
searching for what I'm missing,
black sheep - lost from green meadows;
is that a serpent hissing?

Alone without a Shepherd
no one to address my wounds,
desiring for my own way;
just be careful of the hounds!

Black sheep breaking through fences
yet – still trapped within remorse,
looking for someone to blame;
fighting for a deadly course!

Resisting the sacred way
fading hope a distant dream,
afraid of never fitting in;
hating self a constant theme!

Wild child blowing in the wind
kicking dust out in the street,
scars of pain tattooed on my heart;
black sheep - distant from elite.

Bruised and broken in the shadows,
I've been through a thousand ditches,
barren pastures where I linger;
always trying to scratch my itches…

Jesus loves every black sheep
for He wants to bring all home,
dying upon a rugged cross;
grace pursuing where you roam!

Fully known and deeply loved
despite the colour of my fleece,
not longing beyond the fence;
now resting in the Shepherd's peace!

Black sheep - not defined by value
more by the One who loves me,
safe and accepted in God's fold;
through His kindness I am free.

All black sheep raise their voices
lifting up worship to their King;
blessing God by living for Him
under the refuge of His wing!

Note: Inspired by the song "Black Sheep" by Ben Fuller. The phrase "thousand ditches" is from his song.