Lone Sheep

I am the lone sheep,
wandering
from the flock.
I am the one
unprotected,
caught in the numbness of the world.

I am the one frightened,
but ashamed to commit
to my protector.
I walk through shadows,
ensnared in the briars of sin.


I am the lone sheep
that the shepherd
searches for.
He celebrates my return,
a sinner
becomes a saint.

He removes each thorn
dug into my flesh
and returns me to the flock
healed of every wound
I have inflicted
on myself.



copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr


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