The Lost Lamb


The Lost Lamb

If I thy lamb be lost and lonely,
shiv’ring, weary—wouldst thou come to find me Lord?
Surely thou wouldst come.
If the night be cold and cruel,
threat’ning wind should hold the way before thee Lord,
wouldst thou wait till dawn to search?
Though thy search may cold and cruel be,
I know thy lambs are priceless in thy sight.
O, my Shepherd, Lord most loving, thou hast found me,
and kept me near to thee,
and thou hast whispered that I should find thy lambs who stray.
I must go to find thy lambs who stray.

[photo] Photo by Don O. Thorpe

[illustrations] Calligraphy by Warren Luch