Matthew 18: 12-14

I asked the Lord to find my lamb,

I feared that he was lost.

And I’ve lost far too many lambs,

I could not bear that cost.

I waited in my silent world

And worried for my lamb.

I prayed for all the scattered sheep,

From lamb to fiercest ram.

But my heart ached to find this one,

He had been gone so long,

And it was not like him to stray.

I feared something was wrong.

And then today my answer came,

My lamb turned up on line.

He was exhausted from the fight,

But he was safe and fine.

Too many lambs have not come home,

The darkness claimed their light,

But this brave lamb is fighting still

And I’ll sleep well tonight.

So thank you, shepherd, for your love,

For watching all your sheep,

And help us bide within your gaze

Where we are yours to keep.

Matthew 18: 12-14

 ¹² “What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? ¹³ And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. ¹⁴ In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish.