Down the dusty path
There walks a single man.
A tender look lights His face;
His arms cradle a lamb.
Behind him are sheep,
Too many to count,
But the one on His chest
Has his attention right now.
The man's face is kind,
But a bit reprimanding.
His pierced hand are gentle;
His eyes, understanding.
The lamb looks ashamed,
But grateful, relieved
Its love to its Shepherd
Can clearly be seen.
"Shepherd, I'm sorry
I wandered away.
I despaired in the darkness