We Have Come…

We have come to your temple for safety- 
we the flock of the field
naked and most unholy
the shepherds still asleep in their beds

The wolves came down upon us
plucking the weak by ones
grey shadows hounding our strongest
tearing the backs of our feet

Why ought we, the flock of the field
seek safety in your temple
our lips speaking nightly sorrows
our masters resting gently their heads