I seem to be adrift today,
My thoughts, my plans, my deeds,
But even so You kept me close
And helped with all my needs.
As You have always done.
I’m grateful You helped me finish
All that I had begun.
To face what comes my way,
But most often I still end up
Bowing my head to pray.
I am that wayward lamb
Who’s always grateful my shepherd
Still loves me as I am.
“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?
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