Good Shepherd mine;Whatever made You leave the ninety-nineTo come like this in search of one lost sheep?What raging fireConstrained Your loving Heart? What mad desireImpelled You on to comb the mountain steep?
Strange mystery:That you should find such joy in finding meWhen it should seem the joy should all be mine.Please hold me fast;Don't let me stray again as in days past,But hide me safe within Your arms divine.
When in the WestThe sun of my life's day shall sink to rest,Enfold me still, O Lord, in Love's embrace.Then with the dawnOf that new Day, when night fore'er is gone,Dear Shepherd mine, let me behold Your Face.
By a Carmelite Nun
Published with the kind permission of the Discalced Carmelite Nuns of Rochester, NY