Lost and Joyful

Though she is lost and out of place,

Far from kin and kind,
Yet still she blossoms with more joy
Than most of us can find.
 
She does not need a special place,
She blooms right where she is,
Because, no matter where she grows,
She blooms because she’s His.
 
Someday I hope to have her faith,
To bloom despite my place,
And I am growing deeper roots
Secured in God’s own Grace.
 
Psalm 119:176
I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.