In the silence of my wandering, I am the lost one, drifting, through fields of doubt and fear, a solitary figure in the night. Your love, a constant whisper, reaches out, tender and true, yet I recoil, unable to grasp, the depth of Your acceptance. How can I, broken and bruised, embrace a love so boundless, when my heart is heavy with scars, and my spirit trembles in the dark? Still, You leave the flock behind, to seek the one who strays, a shepherd’s unwavering pursuit, for the soul that needs You most. Through the shadows of my pain, and the echoes of my past, You search with steadfast grace, offering a place of rest. In my brokenness, I hesitate, but Your arms remain open, a haven of unending mercy, a light in the deepest night. Teach me to trust in Your love, to find solace in Your embrace, for even in my shattered pieces, You see the beauty within, and call me gently home.