Little, Rebel Sheep

Rebel Sheep-
Why do you cry?
Put down the blade,
Put down the razor.
Take your finger 
Out of your mouth.
Rebel Sheep-
Wipe your tears,
Rebuke the lies
And insecurities.
Rebel Sheep-
Do not suffer any longer.

You're suffering-
Already taken.
You're punishment-
Already bestowed upon.
Your faults, 
Your mistakes,
Already dealt with.

Rebel Sheep-
The taken suffering,
Is not taken by you.
Rebel Sheep-
The punishment,
Was not bestowed upon you.
Your faults, 
Your mistakes
Not dealt with own your own.

Rebel Sheep-
You have missed the beauty
In the unbeautiful.
You have missed the delight 
In the pain.
He had no beauty.
He had no majesty.
He of suffering,
He of pain-
Has taken it all.

The lies,
The insecurities,
The suffering,
The tears at night,
The chill of loneliness.
The blade,
The blood, 
The cuts.
The bruises
On your knuckles.
He took it all away.

By his wounds,
We are healed.
By his suffering,
We are forgiven.
We are made new.
We are free.

Oh, Rebel Sheep-
You are just Little Sheep,
You are Beautiful Sheep,
You are Innocent sheep.

What was painful,
What was tearful,
What was crimson red, 
Is white as snow.

Oh Little Sheep,
Come home.

Come home,
Your debt is paid.