The Lost Coin
(after Luke 15v8-10)
These words came to me during a meeting of the Men’s Breakfast Group in our church. The prompt was a discussion about the origin of a very famous hymn which we had just sung. (No prizes for guessing which one).
Watch this space for further words about a Woolly Wanderer and two Lost Boys….
Here I lie,
covered in dust,
neglected by all,
useless and unused.
Once, I don’t remember when
(It was too long ago),
I was at the front but find myself left behind.
Used to being useful
I am over-looked and forgotten.
Perhaps it was my mistake?
Putting myself forward so often.
Insisting on being of use
(whilst serving only myself),
I find myself alone, neglected,
forgotten and mired in grime.
And then someone remembers:
A cry arises,
A light is lit,
A broom is waved,
A hand reaches out
and…
Turning me over in her hands,
a voice says with joy,
‘There you are!’
I once was lost but now am found.
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