I like thatI also was inspired to do something faith related but it's bad...
A sheep stumbled over the dark dunes, pale hair glinting in the light of the quarter moon. His tiny hooves felt too small for the desert expanse, and with every step he took they sunk into the sand. His dreams of finding greener pasture had evaporated like the moisture that had once coated his tongue. Now it was dry as sand. Sand coated his mouth, it coated everything. He blinked away sand, shook it out of his ears, trying to find some oasis, some last desperate hope in this desert. I never should have left the Shepherd, he thought. It's true there was never much to eat in that part of the desert, but there was enough, and he always led us to fresh water. He knew the way. I didn't want to go through the desert. I thought I could find a better way, I thought I could find lush meadows. But I don't know the way. I only got deeper into the desert. I only got lost. He ached to see another face.
"Help!" he cried into the dark. "Help! I'm lost! I don't know the way, Shepherd, save me!"
Of course, no one could hear him. There was nothing for miles around, nothing he could see in all that darkness, anyway.
“I need you,” he whispered. “I thought I could go my own way, but I was wrong.”
He could go on walking, not knowing where he was going, getting himself even more lost, or he could stop. If he went on much longer he'd collapse anyway. There was one thing left to do. He laid down, closing his eyes to the dark. He didn't have much longer before he perished of thirst.
Strong arms wrapped around his body and lifted him up.
He opened his eyes to see the Shepherd. "I am sorry," said the sheep. "I will never leave you again."
And the Shepherd pulled out a skin of cool water and he drank, suckling like he was again a little lamb. And the Shepherd carried him back to the
flock.
