The Lamb

The Lamb

I am the Lamb, prone to wander

Often I wallow and squander

I picked up the pearl, but sat it down. I even kicked it around

Leaving the fold You didn't even scold. Picking me up, it's a story retold

You left the faithful, to find me

You left the good, to be with me

You lift me, even break me

Now, You remake me

Your pulse so close 

Your heart so near 

Your voice so dear

"“See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.

 “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?  And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.

Matthew 18:10-14