My best is but a blemished lamb
Who has lost her way
My best little lamb
Who has gone astray
Broken and forgotten
With matted fur of dirt
This little lamb is my heart
Who forgot to put thee first
But my Shepard is still watching
Reaching out and calling my name
I kinda want to come to him
But of my dirt I am ashamed
But you are my dear Shepard
And already ran my needed bath
Bathing me in your blood
Until my wool is white at last
With clean wool I can stand before thee
Offering my heart and hands
And do the work of finding
Other lost and little lambs
