I dearly love this depiction of Him,
How love sought what had gone astray,
How he searched rocks and rills
'Til He found the wayward lamb, that day.

So the scripture tells us,
He left the ninety and nine
To seek one lost lamb,
This loving Shepherd, so divine.

This brings to me a question
Of why He carried His sheep.
As I understand it, now,
He breaks the leg for safety keep.

I suppose it broke His heart
To cause the lamb such pain.
So, He carried the broken one,
To bring it home again.

Somehow, now, I understand
How His love would make it so;
To keep in safer pastures,
Better His love to know ...

Lest we wander off, again,
And be lost forevermore.
So, the painful memory lives,
The scar aching and sore.

Sometimes, the way we live,
We are scared from sinful ways.
But, if He needs to break the leg,
We will mend in pastures, in sweeter days.

Oh, how, He loves us to seek us,
Where we go away
From dangerous crags and cliffs.
Oh, what love He does show.

Sweet gentle Shepherd,
If I must be thus broken,
Then, do what's best for me
To honor Your word so spoken.

You are the sheep of my pasture
And you know and hear My voice,
To follow as I lead or not ~
As always 'tis your choice.

If I become rebellious, dear Lord,
And follow not Your lead,
Then, break my willful spirit ~
So in no other pastures will I feed.

If broken I can serve you better,
Then, do what You need to do;
What it takes to keep me faithful.
I leave myself to You.

If I must be broken, Lord,
To better hear Your call,
'Tis better to enter heaven broken
Than not to enter at all.

I hear your sweet voice, my Lord.
Even broken I must be,
Because I know 'twas Your love
That brought me safe to Thee