Luke 15:3-10
The secrets belong to You.
As You did for Your disciples,
Can You take me aside,
And explain to me the meaning?
For I have spent hours
Sweeping and searching
For the lost coin,
And coming up empty.
So, giving up
On this seemingly impossible task
I went out of doors--
Thinking I’d try my hand at
Looking for the lost sheep.
I tumbled in the brambles
Spent a cold night
A thousand nights
In the dark
Suspended somewhere on a cliff
Between survival
And death.
And then,
In the looking,
I felt your warm chest,
Your steady breathing,
The steam of Your breath
Cutting through the bitter air
And warming me from within,
Your strong arms wrapping around me,
Carrying me home.