Through meadows of green the flock wanders in peace,
Led by their Shepherd watching over their fleece.
They drink from calm water and rest without fear,
To each others company they rally and draw near.
But watch for the Sheep that can change in a flash,
Your peace they can shatter, your hope they can dash.
They’re Wolves in Sheep’s clothing. A clever disguise,
You’ll see them revealed when troubles arise.
They’ll snap at the heels of the Sheep as they graze,
And they’ll turn on each other with a speed sure to daze.
Their fangs rip the heart, their claws cut deep,
And then they change back to silent Sheep.
Forgive us o’Lord our two faced behaviour,
The times that we trample the cross of our saviour.
The times that we change and snap at the flock,
The times that we backbite, argue and mock.
Teach us o’Lord to wipe out and suppress,
The pride and the anger that leads to this stress.
Teach us o’Lord to unite as a Church,
So we can find you without a long search.
An unsuspecting Church is filled with Wolves in Sheep’s clothing. Wolves attack Sheep because they are easy targets. When we become Wolves, we prey on other Sheep of the flock. Before we let anger pride turn us into Wolves, we should remember that we are supposed to love our brother, not eat him.