In the Bible we read of the little stray sheep -
The only one out of a hundred;
The shepherd corralled his good ninety and nine,
Then searched for the wee one that blundered.
In my little school I have thirty, aged five,
Who could almost wear halos and wings;
But there's one little demon - a black sheep indeed,
Who does such abom'nable things.
In anger, resentment, we said, "Throw him out!
And only the good children keep."
But I hear a low voice - the good Shepherd's
Command:
"Search out and retrieve my lost sheep."
Florence B. Taylor