"There have been ninety-nine" by Elizabeth C. Clephane
There were ninety-nine that were safe
Under the protection of the fold
But one was out on the hills
Far from the gates of gold –
Path on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from tender shepherd care,
Away from the care of the tender shepherd.
“Lord, you have your ninety-nine here;
Are they not enough for you? "
But the shepherd replied:
"This one of mine has wandered away from me,
And although the road is rough and steep
I'm going to the desert to find my sheep.
I'm going to the desert to find my sheep. "
But none of the ransom givers ever knew
How deep was the water crossed;
How dark was the night the Lord passed through
Before he found his lost sheep.
Out in the desert he heard his scream –
Sick and helpless and ready to die
Sick and helpless and ready to die.
“Lord, where do these drops of blood come from all the way
That marks the trail of the mountain? "
“They were shed for someone who got astray
Before the Shepherd could bring him back. "
"Lord, where are your hands so torn and torn from?"
"You will be pierced by many thorns tonight,
You will be pierced with many thorns tonight. "
But all over the mountains, clap of thunder
And up from the rocky escarpment,
There was a happy cry to the heavenly gate.
"Cheer! I found my sheep!"
And the angels echoed around the throne.
“Rejoice, for the Lord is bringing back His own!
Rejoice because the Lord is bringing back His own! "