LOVE FOR THE WANDERER

While I wandered in the wilderness

and knew how easily my blood

would water the mouths of forest devourers;

how difficult it is to survive alone,

He left the ninety-nine and traced my prints,

searched the thickets and gullies until He found me.

When the majority were up on the mountain,

He came only for me and led me back home. O how precious I am in the Father's eyes!

/ExcessLove

Matthew 18:13/