The Parable Of The Lost Sheep

Everybody knows the parable of the lost sheep But I am not lost, nor am I malnourished Nor am not filthy rich, nor am I poor or dirty I am not overly good or bad. I am not the second coming of Jesus Christ You can nail me to a cedar cross. I‘ll-not-willingly be sacrificed. I‘ll not be shepherded, like a new-born lamb Or led like a lame horse to slaughter- Hung, drawn and quartered I‘ll not be drowned like some kitten underwater. I am not somebody's glove puppet I am of nearly equal importance! I can account for my own, ego, pride & gluttony So hold off, holds off you're—post-mortems Listen, every man controls His own, destiny Jailors too are jailed as are the thieves … Only they'll never be given any clemency If all they'll know is this prison time Then shall Satan continue to make them contribute Make them pay for their ill-advised crimes. The parable of the lost sheep Isn't about, searching to restore oneself to the fold. ... It's about what-isn't-lost Within ourselves made whole To break out of these cells, we build internally All we need is faith & love, unconditional. To cajole the desert flower open within its bud.