By Anita Mondragon

 

I wrote the following poem in April of 2009.  It was inspired by the old hymn, “The Ninety and Nine.”  I was that lost sheep until Jesus found me!  -Anita

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LOST NO MORE

 

There’s an old song sung,

Where a story is told,

Of ninety-nine sheep,

Who were safe in the fold.

 

But one lamb was lost,

It had gone astray;

Up on the mountain…

In the hills far away.

 

So, the Shepherd went looking

For that wayward, lost sheep,

Though the road He traveled,

Was rough, and steep;

 

He knew it would soon die,

If not in His care…

And the thought of that,

Was more than the Shepherd could bear!

 

So He crossed through waters

That were dangerous and deep,

With the night dark and long, 

As He searched for that sheep.

 

Then, out in the desert,

He heard its sad bleating.

It was wounded and bruised,

Its life quickly fleeting.

 

The Shepherd gently placed

The lamb on His shoulders;

And trudged up that mountain,

Over rocks and boulders.

 

As the lamb looked back

At the path now trod,,

He saw drops of blood

On the rocks, and the sod.

 

The Shepherd was bleeding,

His hands-ripped and torn;

His precious brow

Pierced, by many a thorn!

 

His side bled too,

And so did His feet;

Then that sorrowful lamb

Began to bleat.

 

“Dear Shepherd, forgive

This wandering sheep,

That strayed from the fold

To the mountains steep!

 

I know I was wayward,

I was stubborn, and strayed;

Now You’ve suffered much anguish

Because I went my own way!

 

Forgive me Dear Shepherd!”

The lamb did bleat.

But the Shepherd cried loudly…

“I have found my sheep!”

 

“Though I’m battered, and bruised,

And beaten sore, 

It was worth it all…

For this lamb’s lost no more!

 

My sheep that was lost,

No longer will roam!

So rejoice, and make ready…

For we’re on our way home!”