Hold On: Wolves and Sheep

Wolves and Sheep


I can’t see the lamb – amongst the herd
And I’ve been told
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
I can’t here the word when everyone speaks
But I’ve been told
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
So please forgive me if I don’t know
To whom it is that I confess upon my knees
That I’m a sheep… in wolves’ clothing

I’ve been told of lands, the greenest of greens
And I’ve been told
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
That paradise awaits – that he’s coming
But I’ve been told
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
So please forgive me if I don’t know
The manna from the gingerbread on which I feed
Turkish delight… is oh so sweet

(Bridge)
Is this love or is this need?
Restless, I cling to the pulley
Wit ravished, is my submission
What you wish of me?

I can’t hear the word – when anyone speaks
And I’ve been told
Of wolves in sheep’s clothing
Martyrs and forgiveness… the company of Good Deeds
I grow cold
Among wolves in sheep’s clothing
So please forgive me if I don’t know
What is wanted as I confess upon my knees
That I’m a sheep… in wolves’ clothing


January 8, 2009