The Good Shepherd
The sheep was bleeding badly
A torn and bloodied lamb
A broken battered lump of wool
Was in the Shepherds hands,
It didn’t look worth saving
Didn’t seem much worth the time,
But the Shepherd gently held it
In His arms, with love divine
Because this tattered and torn lamb
Was His, He said “You’re mine!”
“I’ve brought you with a mighty price”
“And I know which sheep are mine”
“I never will forsake you”
“or leave you bleeding out of sight”
“I will not lose one of my flock”
“You won’t be left behind!”
