Counting Sheep

Counting Sheep


One night I couldn't go to sleep
And thought I would try counting sheep
First ten, then twenty, then twenty-nine
Each one crossed my tiring mind
But when I got to thirty-four
I couldn't count them any more
For one sheep strayed, got off the track
I knew I had to get him back
Where did he go, this wayward sheep?
I suddenly felt like Little Bo Peep
I left the others on their own
To find the one lost and alone
I searched my mind; ran all around
Until finally my little lost sheep was found
I picked him up right off his feet
And carried him happily down the street
No wonder the angels all rejoice
When we finally heed our Shepherd's voice
For one lost soul who finally repents
Is worth all the ones still in the fence.

-Cindy Clabough 2006-