I have no choice but to surrender, for I am lost.
I wandered from the flock and have run away,
thinking I was free.
I visited rabbits and squirrels, sniffed every wild flower
and followed the whims of my will.
Now it is night and I am freezing, I am hungry, I am scared.
Now I know why You prodded me along when we went outside.
I am not made for this wild world;
I am fed and bathed and groomed.
My wool is used to cover others, as Your love covers me.
I was made for a warm pen, not this wide, fearful place.
There is nowhere to turn without you, Master!
There is only this dark, wet, cold night
and I have given up.
How could I know that You search for me high and low?
How could I know that You have also come out into this
to find me?
I shiver and bleat my woes,
unaware that my cries are a beacon for You.
You will indeed find me, for I am yours.
I will soon be in Your arms once again,
but for now I am unaware of that.
For now I cry in my despair,
while You draw near.