The Good Shepard
He who watches from up above,
Holding steadfast love for thousands.
Gazing upon the prairie grass,
Grazed by sheep and wolves.
Swathes of them split into tribes.
Lupi lead the chosen.
Each speaks greatly of the man,
Who lets them use their teeth.
“He is the way, he is the light!” The predators scream and shout.
“Come with me and I’ll show you,” They say. “Come for my delight.”