You said unto me a long time ago, as a little one, that the sheep have their Shepard's to count them,
And I reply only now years later, with thoughtful grace, that if you are not the Shepard in the field of sheep who are you?
Even if it is just a mother's old remedy, just a old style life of a job, who else would attend to the sheep in your head,
That need a comforting heart to count them, each and every night, before laying themselves to bed?