Lost...
Fear, where faith is a word without meaning
Until we trust in its True Source
Want, a lion that roars in our being
That nothing can tame by sheer force
Fate, never granting true hope to its people
Its best boast, a wish on a star
Deception attacking the vulnerable
Because they don’t know that they are
Found...
Peace, though wars and waves ravage earth's ages
Greater is He within
Love, where hate's losing battle wages
In armies stitched of sword and skin
Comfort, where sorrow its anguish amasses
Strength in our weakness is He
Assurance, for God's every promise surpasses
This old world in victory
© Janet Martin
"What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them
wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to
look for the one that wandered off?
And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he rejoices more over that one sheep than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray.
And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he rejoices more over that one sheep than over the ninety-nine that did not go astray.
Matt.18:12-13
When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.
Matt.9:36
Great message.
ReplyDeleteMatt.18:12-13, a wonderful inspiration today, Janet, and your poem, a meaningful complement. I can feel the pure joy of finding that one lost sheep, in comparison to the 99 that were not.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend,
Poppy:)