I am the lost sheep.
The black amongst the white,
The one out of the ninety-nine,
The prodigal son.
Unworthy yet welcomed.
Once a sinner but now a saint.
Lost yet now found.
My own feet led me to the brink of despair
But His hand led me to pastures green.
It is His outstretched hand
That saved me from the Pit of Hades.
It is His rod of sustenance,
That is my reminder of His mercy for me.
He has taken me thus far,
And promises me further beyond the horizon.
Though the trail may be rough,
Though the path may be tough;
Take His hand, child
And clasp onto it.
His hand will be your shelter,
He will guide you every step of the Way –
Through the waters
And the coals of fire –
He is the Way to the land of milk and honey.
“I am the Good Shepherd; and I know My sheep, and am known by My own.”
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