Poem May 12, 1951 Issue

THE LOST LAMB

Kathryn Paulson

Dark seemed the night while the little lamb strayed,
Hungry and weary and cold;
Steep seemed the hillside and lonely the path
Far from the warmth of the fold.

Shepherd of sheep, did you hear the faint cry
Muffled by distance and fright?
Surely your care for the least of the flock
Guided your footsteps that night!

Tender and strong was the uplifting arm,
Steady the comforting voice:
"Did you not know I would search for my own,
And searching and finding, rejoice?"

Let me remember when darkness surrounds me,
When pathways grow steep and unknown,
That God, the great Shepherd, is walking the night,
Seeking and finding His own.

Kathryn Paulson

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