Lost little lamb that I am
--He finds me.
In rocky crag
or storm-tossed sea
In mourning
or in pain
In solace
or lonely in a crowd
In unknown paths
or well-worn ways
In fearful anxiety
or pensive calm.
No matter where
or how
or why...
When I call...
or humbly ask...
or earnestly seek...
He finds me and carries me home.
9-17-17
(Sunday afternoon waiting for the general session of stake conference to begin. Remembering Bishop Waddel's remarks [from the presiding bishopric] on Christ's ministry to each and every one of us from the Saturday night session.)
--He finds me.
In rocky crag
or storm-tossed sea
In mourning
or in pain
In solace
or lonely in a crowd
In unknown paths
or well-worn ways
In fearful anxiety
or pensive calm.
No matter where
or how
or why...
When I call...
or humbly ask...
or earnestly seek...
He finds me and carries me home.
9-17-17
(Sunday afternoon waiting for the general session of stake conference to begin. Remembering Bishop Waddel's remarks [from the presiding bishopric] on Christ's ministry to each and every one of us from the Saturday night session.)
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