Poem October 28, 1985 Issue

No one lost to God

VICTOR G. LEWIS

One lost sheep?
Does it matter?

You might say—just one gone astray,
so why bother
to search the wild
for one lost, lonely child?

Except that that one
might have been you.

I remember the time
He searched for me
and laid me on His shoulder,
and brought me out of the cold
into the safety of the fold.

VICTOR G. LEWIS

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