The Prince and the Waif

I know not why my Master sought

A lowly lost lamb that had strayed;

Why in my disregard for Him,

His mighty hand on me was laid.

I know not why He touched my heart,

And shared with me life’s zest and vim,

Or heard this waif’s cry in the night,

And drew an inapt stray to Him.

I know not why I tread this path,

Or have the trials that I must face.

I only know His hand’s on me,

And that I’ll triumph by His grace.

Mildred Eslick Garner