I’m
a sheep,
But
I’m different
From
all the rest.
As
you can see,
My
fleece is black,
And
the others
Don’t
want me near.
I
look the same
As
the rest,
But
I’m different also,
For
you see,
I
much prefer
A
different
Kind
of grass
And
the others
Don’t
understand.
But
look and see,
The
Shepherd has come
Looking
for us both
And
is calling us
By
our names
Telling
us
That
we are both
Wanted
and loved.
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