My shepherd and my rock
I wander away so often
From your blessed flock
Yet you ever come to find me
Lost and so alone
You heal all my wounds
To bear them as your own
All I have is you
All I have is everything
I fit in nowhere
But the arms of my King
And in the prayers of many
Other wounded brothers
And in the hearts of all
Your blessed spiritual mothers
Oh draw me to your people
Who love you through and through
Keep me ever near the ones
Who love all that is true
Keep me by the side of all
Who love your broken sheep
Keep me ever near you lord
For I am yours to keep
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