I stopped writing poetry because no one wants to read poetry. We’re not a very reflective culture. Nevertheless, I wrote this several years ago, and as I preached Luke 15 (along with Luke 19) on Sunday, I thought I would share this with you.
Luke 15
A little girl wanders the path from home
Like a lost sheep in the wilderness astray
All alone and so far away
someone should leave the others and show her the way
A family slips and bounces around
Like a coin it rolls out of the light
Not far but still not in sight
someone should sweep the floor all night
A generation claimed inheritance and left
Like a prodigal child it wandered afar
Chased after the sun, moon, and every star
Someone should wait ’til it remembers who they are
Children, siblings, friends and parents–lost
Like a scent on the nose of a persistent hound
Christ love to them for ever will abound
someone wants the lost safely found