I'm very thankful that the Good Shepherd is up in front. One foot in front of the other, I'll follow the sheep in front of me and we'll keep going where He leads.
and fuzzy, with a cobwebby head, I shall turn when the crook pushes and feed on truth tonic, tip my silly head in confusion when the other voices say, "Go, goat, go." What are they talking about? Silly. I'm a sheep and if I get lost, the Shepherd will come looking for me. I belong to Him and His group. Whew.