The One That Is Lost

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I used to be that wayward lamb

That You’d have to go seek,

And each time You would bring me home,

Back out the door I’d sneak.

 

I don’t know why You always came

To find me in the dark.

But came You did. When all was lost.

You were that single spark

 

That lit the darkness ‘til it shone

With light so pure and bright

That I could see You everywhere,

However dark the night.

 

Your patience with this wayward lamb

Is hard to understand.

Yet, that patience has led me back

To rest beneath Your hand.

 

I have no need to wander now.

Lord, I am Yours to keep,

And I will wait in faith while You

Find the other lost sheep!

 

Luke 15:4

“What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it?