The Little Lost Lamb

The devil roars, I escape, another soul saved.

The water of life flows out from this place from a rock in the desert.

Who’d have thought it, just one man, on one day would be enough,

enough to vanquish our sin as far as the east is from the west.

But where am I? I strayed too far....

Oh lord tip over the water jars of the heavens for I am thirsty.

The devil taunts me, I feel alone in this, come to me in my darkest hour.

Pick me up like a newborn lamb, carry me under your arm, you good shepherd.

An enemy approaches with a staff, no wait–the good shepherd. You came for me!!!

I asked you to come, and you did! My leg hurts good shepherd.

“Your fleece is all muddy lamb. You must be so thirsty, and your poor leg. Why did you wander from me?” Asked the good shepherd.

You found me with a broken ankle in the wilderness, I was so scared.

Bind up my wounds and bring me home. Show me what it means to lie down in green pastures.

Protect me from the wolves, from the lions that seek to devour.

God you are good to me, though I fled from you, you still carried me home.

"I don’t deserve you, what did I do to earn such favour with you?

Nothing for I am just a lamb after all..."

“You may just be a lamb,” replied the good shepherd “but you are my lamb.”