I was but a little lost sheep, <br />who laid down by the river to sleep. <br />My Shepherd walked across the water, <br />to rescue me for keeps. <br />He picked me up when I faltered <br />and washed my sins away. <br />He made me white as snow, <br />with the blood he freely gave. <br />He is more precious than gold, <br />for he died on the cross for my salvation, <br />so that I may bow before God in humble adoration.<br /><br />Alesia Leach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shepherd-5/
