Besides You, Lord, are many others who
wish I and other people would be sheep,
behaving only as they want us to,
as if we all were hypnotized, asleep.
They’d have us live to toil and consume
and not protest injustices they heap
upon the powerless who should presume
life’s lion’s shares are for the rich to keep.
But we won’t fall for long for shepherds who
are wolves who wrap themselves in rhetoric,
proclaiming they alone can speak for You,
as we see through their predatory trick.
Sometimes we are fooled by wolf or leopard,
but we return to You, Lord, our real shepherd.
Photo: “Lamb” by Freddie Poser on Flickr.
Mario A. Pita