The Lost Sheep Poem by Manager Poet

A few years ago I lost my way.
Christians call it “going astray”.
No shepherds went and looked for me.
To most, I was just more human debris.

I'm sure some offered up a few prayers.
I now know, only the good shepherd truly cares.
Prayer alone is easy and keeps you distant.
Answered prayer works for those who are persistent.

Persistence is with those who get off their butt and seek.
The good book’s reference to shepherding is not oblique.
The good shepherd looked for 'me' - the lost lamb.
He got involved; therefore, I believe His love is no sham.

Here’s advice to those who shepherd a flock.
Praying for a drowning man is such a crock.
Get out there and do something to show your love.
His example is not of this world, but from above.