Sheep follows shepherd
Even lambs unto slaughter
Three hundred into Thermopylae
Millions hailed Hitler
Tightly Through ghostly caves devouring souls
Your innocent staff, they comforted me
Leading me to green Meadows
And awes of still waters
Still I will follow you
Though when I strayed
Your tender hands broke my kneels
Placing me upon your neck while I heal
But I will follow you
Three hundred to battle
Heretics burnt at the stake
Even lambs unto slaughter
Yes Yeshua, I will Follow You
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