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Lost Lamb

Each day:

We are carried by large welcoming hands, ready to never let go.

We are held and supported through all the decisions we make.

We are directed when we get lost, even if we have fled from the Sheppard.

Forgive me father for I am far from you, bring me back and help me remember what I am provided with.

Your lost lamb,
Ame
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