I’m runnin’ from the hounds
bare foot, dogs got my scent.
I hear the warden’s call
and the clank of his metal stick.
They gonna beat me,
rope me,
take me down to the river
to drown my sins away.
O lord,
where art thou?
Now that your Shepard
has bloodied the lamb,
do you guide your hand
to the hammer’s end,
or will you strike me
as I am?
