Jesus Sheep
By: C.H.James

You’ve given me this little flock
To love when wrong or right
I know that each is yours alone
And precious in your sight
When one small sheep goes astray
To wander in the night
You bid me go retrieve the lost
Return it to the light
You feel its pain and anguish
Its hunger and its fright
You place your staff within my hand
I feel its power and might
I’ll search the lowest valley
Or scale the mountain height
Till I have claimed what once was lost
And set its feet aright

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