Gone Astray
- Amy Watson
- Apr 28, 2008
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we are the sheep gone astray
on some mountainside wandering
alone, below, we’ve become our own fall, so
you will carry us, you say
dusty and dull in the corner waiting
for a drop of the tears you’re shedding
for a slip of the oil from your lamp
to unhide us, to shine us again
you will save us, you say
we are the next prodigal runaway
spoiling our inheritance of grace
for nothing but mudd from this place
as our stomachs churn, we decide its worth
the disgrace of return to see if you have more
of yourself to give away
you will welcome us, you say
carry us, save us, welcome us,
we pray
