I pondered quite a while at home
Before I came to church today,
I longed the wooded hills to roam,
To worship God in my own way;
“I’m only one, I do not count,”
And this excuse served very well
Till, coming from its steeple mount,
I heard the sound of my church bell.
Then coming through the church door wide,
I found my Lord expecting me,
His nail-pierced hands drew me inside,
He said, “My child, I’ve watched for thee,”
Now seated here within my place,
The ninety and nine come back to me,
And oh, the pain on my Lord’s face,
When one stray lamb he cannot see!
by Myrtle R. Stacy
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