The anatomy of a lost sheep is not found in its wool or its wandering feet, but in its heart that once knew the voice of the Shepherd. It walks through valleys it was never meant to know, searching for comfort in thorns that cannot protect. Yet even in its distance, the Shepherd’s eyes never lose sight. For love remembers what is lost, and grace travels farther than fear. The story of a lost sheep is not about being lost — but about being found by a love that refuses to give up.