It's the joy on his face that I love, the pleasure in his smile--the smile that comes when he says, "I found my lost sheep. I had my 99 but this one was lost and now I have her. It was cold out there--she cried so hard and when I found her--her bleats were so pitiful. I picked her up, cuddled her close to me, and cleaned her wounds. She is home."
I am loved by a shepherd who wouldn't let me wander, who chased after me and called me and heard me and brought me home.
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