Lost Sheep #2052

Lost Sheep Nearly 60% of the homeless, Baptized Christians, lost and forlorn, In the shadows, their stories echo, In the silence of the coldest dawn. Lawlessness spreads its dark embrace, And hearts grow colder day by day, The world spins in its frantic pace, As more and more we lose our way. Lost coins, forgotten in the dust, Lost sheep, wandering, out of sight, Lost children, dreams turned into rust, In the vastness of the night. Yet hope whispers through the pain, A shepherd’s voice calls soft and clear, In every storm, in every rain, He seeks the lost, He draws them near. For every soul adrift and cold, In the parable, there's a plea, To find the lost, to guide, to hold, To bring them home, to set them free. So let us seek the lost and broken, With hearts ablaze, with love unfurled, For every lost sheep is a token, Of God's unyielding love for the world. -Steven G. Lee (June 29, 2024)