College
By: Quina Parchment
We are sent
            through hallways and staircases
                        (then up ladders to window-sealed office spaces)
            as an ignorant, illiterate flock
            into the mouths of twisted,
                        hungry wolves
                        with shiny, pearly teeth
Most of us not sheep, but goats with itching ears
            Graduate as wolves, proud to be a part of the pack
Some of us wolves in sheep clothing
            Trained by the elders to teach seductive deception
Very few of us feeble sheep,
            Prone to stray
            Foolish and weak
            Helpless, except
Our Good Shepherd protects us,
            Laid His life down for His sheep
                        To pick it up again,
            Will not allow us to be plucked
                        From His mighty hand
            His Father chose us to be
                        vessels by which He
                                    would  confound the wise, strong,
                                    and things that are in this world
            That no flesh could boast in His presence
            To do this gave Him pleasure
But we are killed all the day long
And lined up for the slaughter
Where is our Shepherd?
To the right of His Father, sitting
His work for us complete, but interceding,
Waiting to return and gather our scattered bodies
While we groan,
We count it all joy to fellowship in our Shepherd’s sufferings
Soon we will know
The fullness of His joy, incomparable glory
May we learn and trust You
            Whose Word, firmly fixed in the heavens,
            Is our praise, and depicts the greatest story:
Jesus Christ,
Pearl of immeasurable price
Wisdom personified
Grace and truth
Forgive our world’s leaders and university teachers
For they know not what they do.