He Tends His Flock (Isaiah 40.11)
The sun is fading behind the trees now
And there’s a place I’m supposed to be
But the fog is rolling in like waves,
Slowly covering and drowning me.
Somewhere is the familiar path
That leads to safety, leads me home.
But in the descending darkness
My tired legs begin to roam.
Somewhere not too far from here
The gate is closing for the night.
He is counting every head to see
That each one made it home all right.
But tonight there’s one wandering lamb
Who forgot to watch for His lead.
Now I find myself alone and scared.
I find myself in desperate need.
Against the briars and jagged rocks
At first I begin to grope,
But the world spins around me
As I lay down my head, give up hope.
I lay down in defeat to die,
Unable to keep up the fight,
Until in the darkness of despair
A familiar voice breaks through the night.
Could this really be the one I love,
Come to carry me back home?
But isn’t he angry at my mistakes,
At my tendency to always roam?
Why would he leave the ninety-nine
For one alone I cannot see.
Why would He risk His own life
For a worthless lamb like me?
When he finds me at last,
Shivering in the cold night air
I see joyful tears in his eyes
And I understand why he is there.
I am not just another lamb
In a flock of nameless sheep.
I am like a precious child
He promised he would always keep.
He gathers me into his arms,
Forgetting all I have done wrong
And he carries me close to his heart,
For it is to him that I belong.
Illustration by Corrie Haffly
The Lord is my Shepherd: this poem gave me a fresh glimpse into what that means for us. Perhaps these words were just what you needed today.