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Sheep in Wolfs Clothing (My Song)
By T. Wright Jefferson, MD Copyright © 2001 |
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taking on a dare. They look at me daily, hopefully unaware; Not seeing who I am running with the pack. Ram tough, trusted same load on my back. August 1969, Hudson Valley state of mind; visiting sweeping green, gray plain, so grand. Oh to be grazing "up the country" Yasgurs pasture land; with my brothers and sisters generational musical retreat. Yet within a year captured by Souzas martial beat.
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3. Sheep in wolfs clothing, years plainly in view. Earlier, "young wolfs" eyes gleaming, Proudly passing in review. From dress right dress, spit and polish, To a disorderly and motley crew. This existence never ceases to amaze other sheep, too! Marching, saluting smartly, "Duty, Honor, and Country" bound. After the parade, yearning someday to take even higher ground. I found living with wolves, not all predatory, as youd suppose. Many caring, a few with artistic flair too, though not evident by there clothes. When not in wolfs clothing, roaming about; some sheep, disbelieving, distrusting, say Ive got "a wolf-fanged grin, gray fur sprouting out!" 4. Sheep in wolfs clothing, standing in the door. Finger on the trigger, poised, ready for war. Looking back now, "Couldve been sacrificial lamb." Something bigger than sheep and wolves controls master plan. Still a sheep in wolfs clothing, Once taken on a dare. They look at me now knowing, but I dont really care. Ive earned the right too to a peaceful nights sleep. Ill return to the flock, better for my Shepherds heart. Still a sheep in wolfs clothing, once taken on a dare. They look at me now knowing, no longer a scare. |
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