Lucas 15

Lucas 15:4-5

When one ailing sheep lags behind the others And loses itself in the sylvan mazes, Tearing its white fleece on the thorns and briers, Sharp in the brambles, Unwearied the Shepherd, that lost one seeking, Drives away the wolves and on his strong shoulders Brings it home again to the fold's safekeeping, Healed and unsullied. He brings it back to the green fields and meadows, Where no thorn bush waves with its cruel prickles, Where no shaggy thistle arms trembling branches With its tough briars. But where palm trees grow in the open woodland, Where the lush grass bends its green leaves, and laurels Shade the glassy streamlet of living water Ceaselessly flowing. — HYMN FOR EVERY DAY 8.33-45