The Lord is my Shepherd—

there’s nothing left on my wanted list. 

He leads me to green pastures,

and by His side, I always dey full.

Yet though He leads,

I be stubborn—

feet quick to wander,

heart slow to follow.

He gathers His sheep together,

but I find myself roaming… alone. 

While He calls forward,

I drift sideways, 

chasing the sights of the world.

After all, body no be firewood—

no be every day I go dey chop spiritual food.

When I first heard

that He leaves the ninety-nine

just to find one,

I said,

“That’s reckless.”

Until I saw His hand—

dirty, scarred—

reach into the pit,

and pull me out. 

Until I felt His shoulders

bear my weight—

as He danced and rejoiced…

over me.

Until I saw the flock,

together again—

and realized:

I—was—the—one—missing.

I was the careless one,

the wanderer,

the rebel,

the cruise-chaser,

the black sheep.

Yet He never forgot me.

Never forsook me. 

He came—

Every. Single. Time.

Though He holds a hundred close,

my name is carved on His palm. 

Though father and mother forsake me,

still—

He finds me.

I thought 99% was excellence— 

until I learned,

He won’t rest

until the flock is 100%.

He wants all.

He wants whole.

He wants me.

For me,

He kills the lion.

For me,

He slays the bear.

For me,

He would trade Cush and Egypt.

And though I walk through fire,

He walks through it with me.

No smoke dares to touch my skin.

Though I pass through deep waters,

I don’t drown—

because

He walks on water to reach me.

I am the 100th sheep—

the stubborn one,

the outcast,

the black sheep,

the chief of sinners.

Yet He finds me.

Yet—

He rejoices over me.

Friend,

Jesus is my Shepherd.

He can be yours too.

Don’t delay.

Hear His voice.

Join His flock.

There’s room for you.

All of you.

God bless you.