We see the mighty shepherd
Rejoice over His sheep
He sings over His flock with Love
Where no predators can creep
But sometimes He shifts His focus
To one whose wandered away
They didn’t stay within the flock
Or listen to what He’d say
His Loving heart compels Him
To go and seek the one
Even after much time has passed
And setting of the sun
His work He won’t have given up
He continues to pursue
No matter whether the sheep turns out
To be a lamb, a ram, or ewe
His eyes filled with emotion
He looks wherever He can
For losing even a single sheep
Wasn’t in His plan
The other sheep grow restless
Safely in their pen
They stamp their hooves indignantly
For the Shepherd to return again
We’ve heard the illustration
Perhaps one too many times
For we too quickly dismiss the fact
We may not be the ninety-nine…
words from wick 