Lyrical Riffs The shepherd struck down,
The burden of our mess laid on him,
The one who crafted a perfect world
Now bearing the weight of it, broken
Across his back, in the shape of a cross.
The ending which is not an end at all
But a beginning.
A door seemingly shut, now opened wide…
For all, no ticket or ability needed,
Just the realisation of need,
And the smallest seed of faith.
Come one, come all,
With everything you are,
And all you have done.
The good shepherd welcomes us.
Isaiah 53 v 4-6, Matthew 26 v 31
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