Sheep

If the Lord is my shepherd then what must I be?
I must be a sheep, quite obviously.
A creature that sits in a field all day,
No working, no stressing, just sleep and play.
A mucky little creature that smells out the farm,
But don't get me wrong - it'll do you no harm.
Just think of the life that they must lead,
To be protected from dogs and have the farmer take heed.
Now I think about it, that's a fair portrayal,
Of a transformed sinner led with Christ at the sail.