Poor little black sheep?
What little black sheep?
I who see all from above,
I who neither slumber nor sleep—
Shall any escape from My love?
No little black sheep.
No little lost sheep.
No lamb astray on the wold.
Timeless and tireless My vigil I keep,
And all are safe in the fold.
Poems
Safety
From the January 1963 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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