In the quiet of her room she kneels
To bow before the throne;
Then offers up a whispered prayer,
In the darkness, all alone.
She pleads to be forgiven
For the sin that rules her heart;
Inviting Him to come within
And purify each part.
And she thanks Him for His mercy,
That was shown on Calvary,
Where His precious blood was shed
For her iniquities.
As the angels sing His praises,
She enters into His Grace;
Another straying lamb returns
To the Shepherd's warm embrace.
©1992 J M McIntosh
I am the good shepherd; and I know
My sheep, and am known by My own.