The Washed Sheep

You found me thrown out into the open field.

You saw me kicking about as a baby.

You took me with my body covered in blood.

While no one cared You said, Live!

You washed me with water.

You clothed me as I was naked.

I grew by Your hands like a plant on the field.

You loved me much.

You applied ointment on me.

You adorned me with jewelry.

You placed a crown on my head.

You gave me rich food to eat.

You made me perfect, perfectly beautiful.

But I took everything and went away from You.

I was following You.

I saw a patch of green grass.

I put my head down to graze.

I enjoyed the food as it tasted good, I had my fill.

Then I looked up I couldn't see the Shepherd.

I turned aside as the grass was greener.

I walked to the other side, and I was bruised and beaten.

Now the grass is brown, I stayed behind. Fangs and claws grip me.

While I was licking my scars You came searching for me.

Your path to finding me was filled with rocks and thorns.

When You found me when You reached out your arms to lift me,

when I saw Your wounds, I was saved.

I am the washed sheep, You are no ordinary Shepherd.