Wandering Lambs

by Mary Wacaster

Jesus had some little lambs.
He washed their fleece white as snow.
But everywhere that Jesus went,
Some lambs refused to go.

They danced and played,
And scattered unaware.
Lost and lonely,
They wandered here and there.

But Jesus left the 90 and 9
And searched high and low,
To find those little lambs
Who would follow where He would go.

Carried upon His shoulder
The ones brought back home.
But Jesus wept for stubborn ones
Which decided still to roam.

So Jesus sought abroad
Through a few special men
Seeking out those little lambs
And their precious souls to win.

And God's Angels do rejoice
Every time that one is found
And brought back into the fold;
Happy, safe and sound.