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Lost but Found

In spite of the guilt and shame And self-condemnation besieging I dipped deep down, dug out courage Adorned it with grace and stepped out: I stepped into the path of My Shepherd. I thought the Good Shepherd

Slaying Doubt

As I pondered stepping out of hiding Follow my heart and run into the waiting arms Of that good Shepherd I failed, Guilt jumped up And slapped. Shame followed suit and slammed Kicking up dirt, smearing my already muddied

Conflicts

One day, through my random wanderings I almost ran into Him! Ha, my breath ceased My heart almost failed! Who? Who else? My Shepherd: not former. He is, always will be, Never ceased though I strayed. He looked so

The Prodigal Brother

How dare you forgive, father? How dare you accept this disgrace? I mean no insult but how could you Let him return to a home he despised To the people he rejected and denounced? How dare you

Another Lost Sheep

I met another lost sheep in the seeming care Of a hunter called a pastor: once upon a time This sheep and I shared the Shepherd's pen. This lost sheep was once a good sheep Now its style is

Beware

Beware of hunters appearing as shepherds Beware of killers in keeper’s skin Beware of hunters who in truth are leopards Beware of greed in garbs of charity Beware of hunters who are carnivores Beware of slave masters

Hunters

As a lost sheep, I've met many rod bearers Claiming shepherds, competing for sheep; Their glory in numbers, their boast in fatness Of pockets though souls in their sheds be lean, Weak and wanting. I learned the hard way

Once I Thought

Once I thought, the lost sheep I saw Across the fence had fun day and night. Once I thought, the lost sheep that inspired My rebellion was the coolest kid in town. Once I thought, the lost

Lost

I didn’t mean to go so far I didn’t plan to get so lost: I only wanted some distance A little privacy, just a little bit Of that alluring fruit calling my name. Now here I am, alone

Alone

After living in a crowded pen for so long, Unleashed, I exhaled! Celebrating privacy. I went the extra mile glorying in my liberty; Being alone, being my lead, going my way Was such fun at first but only

Author: Glory

Lost but Found

Slaying Doubt

Conflicts

The Prodigal Brother

Another Lost Sheep

Beware

Hunters

Once I Thought

Lost

Alone

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