He looked all wrong
To those who wanted a shepherd
In nice white clothes,
With pristine feet and spotless hands.
Was a problem for them,
A disturbing conundrum.
Yet was nothing but good news
To those whose hands
Were perpetually grubby,
Those who knew they couldn’t get clean,
Couldn’t be religious,
Or behave well enough.
To those who couldn’t keep the rules,
Or look right in the eyes of others.
This grubby shepherd,
One not afraid to get his hands dirty
Helping the sheep,
Was just what they needed.
Just what we needed.
Just what I need.
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