lost sheep
fiction
edward w pritchard
You must put yourself where the lost sheep likely be to find it. Journey far looking for the lost sheep.
Oh what joy when that sheep is found. No place so blessed as where the lost sheep lies. Hoist the sheep on your shoulders if you can and carry it back to the place of safety. Rejoice, rejoice, the lost sheep is back. The flock is whole. The Shepherd rests easily tonight.
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