| He once was a peach picker, and he toiled in the sun
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| He reaped the orchard on his own, until the day was done
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| His hands were hard and calloused, cause he didn't have a choice
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| He served so many non-believers, 'til he heard the voice
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| Now he's our shepherd, and we're his flock
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| Now he's our captain, and our ship's about to dock
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| And now he's our keeper, he'll keep us safe from wrath
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| Now he's our father, he's gonna lead us down that path
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| He once became a beggar, when the wealthy had no work
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| He'd sit out in the snowfall 'til his toes and fingers hurt
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| Every flake that fell on him, felt like a demon's kiss
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| He suffered countless hardships, until he found the Bliss
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| Now he's our shepherd, and we're his flock
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| Now he's our captain, and our ship's about to dock
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| Now he's our keeper, he'll keep us safe from wrath
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| Now he's our father, he's gonna lead us down that path
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| They once locked him in prison, though his soul was free from sin
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| They fed him almost nothing, 'til his face was cold and thin
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| They slandered him with every crime there was within their laws
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| He had to face a thousand liars, 'til he knew his cause
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| Now he's our shepherd, and we're his flock
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| Now he's our captain, and our ship's about to dock
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| And now he's our keeper, he'll keep us safe from wrath
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| Now he's our father, he's gonna lead us down that path
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| Now he's our father, gonna lead us down that path |