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?