Letras
A vision came unbidden at an unexpected pass
Where the winds of change blew colder
Whippin' snow that cut like glass
But like an old man in regret
For foolish sins and wasted youth
The scene that lay before me
Had no beauty save its truth
For the wind came down the mountains
Never slow and never still
And the sheep were scattered shepherdless
Alone across the hills
They were prey to every beast that roamed
And entrapped by every curse
And they stumbled in their sickness
In their weakness and their thirst
Below them in the valley the polluted waters flowed
Where the shepherds that were hirelings sat
And argued what was owed
And the ambitious and abusive bragged
And they boasted on their might
And their profits from the slaughter
Of the ones who could not fight
And the wind just kept on howling
As I cried, "Oh Lord, how long
Will Your people be the victims
Of the ruthless, proud, and strong?"
And at once there came an answer
In the quiet of my soul
"The time has come for judgment
And to make the wounded whole
For My heart is still a shepherd's heart
I know each one by name
The ragged and the beautiful
The healthy and the lame
And I Myself will lead them out
And I'll feed them on the best
In pastures by still waters
In a place of peace and rest
Oh, but woe unto the shepherds
Who abuse My sheep and kill
With harshness and severity
You've bent them to your will
And today I am against you
As I take them from your hand
When the fire of judgment comes
The stubble will not stand!"
And darkness filled the valley
And I saw it take up form
Screaming winds and fire and lightning
More than any earthly storm