Worries crease the forehead with wrinkles
Looking forth the horizon, darkness falls
Every step He took, calling out constantly
Over the steep sharp rocks, slipping and falling
Constantly He look around, eyes focusing in the dark
Sweats flow down His brow and sides, in weariness He continues
Calling out constantly, pushing on even when He's tired
Never resting, never slacking, fervently He searched
Cowering in the corner, a little sheep shivers
Braying away, fear gripped it
Many times it has wondered away
Into the dark unknown, where danger lies
A name was hear, the little sheep hears a tapping sound
Slowly it peeks out of the corner, again it hears its name
Braying even louder, slowly moving out of the corner
Soon a dark figure appeared infront of it
Frightened it was at the sight of the figure.
Stumbling it tried run away and hide
Strong, tender hands reach out to hold it
A gentle voice calls out it's name.
Happiness and joy filled the little sheep
Tears falling from the sherpherd's eyes.
Gently saying, "I am here, do not be afraid"
Cuddling the little sheep, heading back home
Where the pastures are always green
Where waters are always clear and refreshing
Back in the safe arms of the Sherpherd
That little sheep am I.
