A shiver runs down the wee boy’s back;
Tall trees mock and crowd him;
There’s nowhere to turn.
He rubs his nose with his sleeve
And pulls his coat tightly around him.
He huddles in a tight little ball of despair.
A mother’s trembling hand
Holds out her little one’s shirt--
The one that says I love MOM.
A burly man in a policeman’s suit
Pats her shoulder and holds the shirt
Under the nose of a large, brown dog.
The furry head seems to nod “okay”
The nose goes low to the ground
Tensely twitching, testing—
Down the flower-lined walkway,
Through the gate of the white picket fence,
Over the brook and into the woods—
Back in the woods, the little one hears
A sniffing, snorting creature drawing near.
His eyes shut tight, and all hope is lost.
A gentle nudge, brings a gasp of delight
At once the world is changed, and all is bright.
The lost has been found.
“I am come to seek and to save
That which is lost,” the Savior says.
“And lead the lost one home.”
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