The Lost One

Lost and alone.

Wandered far.

Cold and hurt.

 

Too scared to receive love.

Too cold to think straight.

Too bewildered to find the way back home.

   

Caught.

Rescued.

By the love and affection of a girl and boy.

 

 

 

And he would have become theirs, had their mother not said, “One is enough.”

So the animal rescue worker came.

But he had a place in their hearts. And they prayed for him. And they wondered about him.

What was his name?

How did he get away?

Did he sneak out the door when it was open?

Did someone he loved hurt him?

Why could that happen?

How far had he wandered?

How could anyone let him go?

Without a collar, without a name tag to identify him –
to say HE IS MINE.

And we call the shelter – to see if he has been claimed. To see if his eye is healing.

 

Which reminds me . . .

 

That Someone else knows this feeling
way more deeply than they ever could.

 

And so He waits.

Watching.

His back never turned your way.

And He calls – gently.

"I’m right here – arms open, facing you."
 

Did you run?

Did you escape?

Did you think you were no longer worthy?

Did something out there
look so much better than right here
in My loving arms?

 

I'll remind myself
Of all that You've done
And the life I have
Because of Your son

Love came down and rescued me
Love came down and set me free
I am Yours
I am forever Yours
Mountains high or valley low
I sing out and remind my soul
I am Yours
I am forever Yours

-Kari Jobe "Love Came Down"