Show THE LAMB THAT WAS LOST He carries the lambs iambs In his bosom He heareth their pitiful cry cr Who can read the story of the child that was lost near Caldwell Ida the th e child that wandered forty fory for hour hours two nights and a day amla ami t the sagebrush without thinking of ot the great old od hymn h mn Who can read the story with without without without out believing that the th child was not alone that God in m his infinite wisdom in was watching over this little one to tl bring him safely home And who w o was not moved by b the story fit pf f the childs finding The little fellow fell 0 1 I l x lert IrI up wide eyed at the strange man in blue hue flannel flan nel shirt and hat and then at the horse Pony baby ride puny pony the youngster young youngster ster questioned with glistening eyes ye I You bet you ou can hies bies bk 5 your little old heart cried Hant orne The lamb that was lost lo tt was found again agam He had followed his mother late la te Saturday Sa afternoon out into Int the sagebrush when she sh went want W lIt after the th e horses She know oo he had lowed her and so he vas lost the darkness ol of l the that swiftly came the child wandered on and on He must have grown very v ry tired he h e must have fallen asleep tp And end then n came the morning anti and this b baby h was only 19 month old agan his hi weary march He was wan hunting for fo r mother All that day da he wandered alone rabid amid the sagebrush Alone y t l not alone aloneA A power greater than man s power pro protected protected protected and shielded him from harm Again came the night and anti again the th e baby must have slept Cant you pic plc picture ture him a crumpl d little I heap be bo beside beside side a bunch of sagebrush lying l ing there tier therewith therewith with his face on his arm his dross dress ir ii n tatters his chubby chubb legs leg all scratched scratch and torn orn by the briars and brush brIs brn h through which he wandered Cant Can t you picture the baby b by moving as he slept framing unconsciously a cry fo for r mother The boy was lonely but as a s surely as the sun rhine hints he was not no t alone Meanwhile the neighbors n we were to searching urged on hy by the frantic franti c mother for the boy WIn Who In can measure e the depth of her agony asony as the slow hours wore on and on without one on e hopeful word But at lit last the boy was Wag w found alive and well HIS m ther 5 arms anns enfold him now and there i is s peace happiness thanksgiving In ln th the e little home up there therl amid the sage brush Let us turn away avay away with full Cull hearts and glistening eyes e os from the th e joy that is so keen that It Il is almost pain 1 |