The Black Sheep
By:Wannetta Whiteworth
Know one knew my pain the afflictions of what I had to go through
to gain. They did not think of the perpetual affects of the words
that help dictate my path They could not perceive the foundation
laid out for me to conquer the obstacles, bestowed upon me from
the enemy’s hand.
Now one was there when there was heartache, grief and despair.
On my knees, head hung low, arms stretched wide, everything in
me cried. My soul called out to the depths of the cosmos and then
I knew. The answer to the question, Black Sheep, Black sheep
have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir three bags full. One for my
master, one for the maid, and one for the little one who lived down
the lane.
I listened and the voice not strange to me for the Sheppard has
come to save thee. The three bags represent The Father, The
Son, & The Holy Ghost.
All my life I have been blessed, My pain only preparation for my
destiny to do greater works sent before me. My Identity has been
revealed, once sealed in a tomb only time could heal so now you
ask me who I claim to be, the answer is I AM THE BLACK SHEEP
OF THE FAMILY”.
Thank the Lord you are a black sheep, he said he would never
leave nor forsake you.
Wannetta Whiteworth BHC2006
