This short poem, written in simplistic language, describes how we are like sheep on a farm, following the leader of the flock. Sometimes, those sheep can run away from the herd, only realizing, much later on, that one cannot fully survive in this world without a master. This piece ties into the many verses in the Bible where Jesus references sheep, and that he alone is the good shepherd. Do you know of someone that sounds like a sheep, or a lamb, who has run away?
“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. The hired hand, who is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep, sees the wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away—and the wolf snatches them and scatters them. The hired hand runs away because a hired hand does not care for the sheep. I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father. And I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold. I must bring them also, and they will listen to my voice. So there will be one flock, one shepherd. For this reason the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again. I have received this command from my Father.” John 10: 11-18.
A five year passing since the day
my Master found me there:
My voice I cried
to that empty pasture,
that seemed to swallow my every move:
As the winds of the world began to mix
with the tears of the Earth,
a shepherd appeared
in the distance,
calling my name.
“Master tis I!”
I cried to Him,
and spotting me
he darted near.
Without question or a doubt,
as He came towards
that distraught figure that I was,
I knew as well as He knew always;
I was the lamb He had been searching for.
He took me by the hand,
tears of joy shown in His eyes
When He returned to the village
with me at His side,
“Rejoice! Be glad! And gather round!
For my one lost lamb has now been found.”
As the blissful villagers crowded about
the barn where I was to dwell,
looking around, I knew quite well,
that I was home, forevermore.