PastorMike
Oct 7th 2008, 09:56 PM
There once was a sheep of whom Luke told,
With wandering ways that strayed from the fold.
Lost for direction and no one to lead.
Cold and hungry with no one to feed.
Caught in sin's thicket by his wandering feet,
It cried for help with a desperate bleat.
His faint little cry reached the fine tuned ear,
Of a loving Shepherd who knew no fear.
And with the rest of the flock safe in the fold,
He set out for the stray now hungry and cold.
He found it and freed it and the story goes on.
High on His shoulders, He carried it home.
Where He called all his neighbors at a very high cost,
And said, "Rejoice with Me, for I have found the one that was lost."
When I look at this story I can't help but see,
That the sheep in this story surely was me.
With wandering ways that strayed from the fold.
Lost for direction and no one to lead.
Cold and hungry with no one to feed.
Caught in sin's thicket by his wandering feet,
It cried for help with a desperate bleat.
His faint little cry reached the fine tuned ear,
Of a loving Shepherd who knew no fear.
And with the rest of the flock safe in the fold,
He set out for the stray now hungry and cold.
He found it and freed it and the story goes on.
High on His shoulders, He carried it home.
Where He called all his neighbors at a very high cost,
And said, "Rejoice with Me, for I have found the one that was lost."
When I look at this story I can't help but see,
That the sheep in this story surely was me.