I did not know that I was lost
Until You caught my eye,
Asking me to come home again,
To come back from the all the lies;
Somehow I let go of the hold
I'd once held on the cross,
And let the stress of all my life
Become my only boss;
But everyday You whispered to me
The sweetness of Your Word,
That I was still a little sheep
In need of her good Shepherd.
M.
