The Rancher's Hand

I am but, a lonely Rancher's hand a mere Shepherd

Do you know if angels cry? A young man asked me

If he could have only known, that I have walk the land, three thousand plus

I guess? I said; although I knew for sure they do, yet to this very day

What do you think they cry about he asked? I said: lie down and go to sleep

You are keeping me from mine, if you don't mind

I was still aware of what it is, and that it has been going on all this time

Although the truth keeps evading me, I am sure I was somehow the cause

I'll still gather the lambs for thee, my master for I know of nothing else

That will dull this awful hurt in, or how I may repent for my sin

My painful hearts aching, I lost a few, to that old dragon today
 
But, only flesh did he get to part take in

For luckily they were conceived and saved by him the carpenter

They say He is the Son of God, I didn't get a good look at Him

For I know what He looked like then,or so I thought I did

I've not slept in all these years but, yet I've no trail of tears or fear

But, when they all passed by that day, the hem of his coat 

Of this man, brushed across my face and sleep I was granted, a restful sleep

When I was awoken, the following noon, the man was hanging from a tree
 
Hanging there for all the world to see, a bleeding crown upon his head

I within myself desperately wished for to release him and kill those mockers dead

I felt a tussle beneath the blades in my back as they begun to sprout

I flew to His side but, again I was knocked down and away

By what felt like a legion of  moaning lions, at last again they where torn away
 
I cried that day, I cry every day

Not for the loss of my wings but, for He that sprouted them

Again

A thought by SinBad the Sailor Man