The Ninety and Nine

♪♫There were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the fold.

But one was out of the hills away,

Far off from the gates of gold.

Away on the mountains wild and bare,

Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

"Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;

Are they not enough for Thee?

But the Shepherd made answer: "This of Mine

Has wandered away from Me;

And though the road be rough and steep,

I go to the desert to find My sheep.

I go to the desert to find My sheep.

But none of the ransomed ever knew

How deep were the waters crossed;

Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through

Ere He found His sheep that was lost.

Out in the desert, He heard its cry,

Sick and helpless and ready to die;

Sick and helpless and ready to die.

"Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way

That mark out the mountain's track?"

"They were shed for one who had gone astray

Ere the Shepherd could bring him back."

"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?"

"They are pierced tonight by many a thorn;

They are pierced tonight by many a thorn."

And all through the mountains, thunder riven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,

"Rejoice! I have found My sheep!"

And the angels echoed around the throne,

"Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!

Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!"♪♫

Praise the Lord that He goes to find those who have left the fold. I am so happy to say that the Lord never gives up on us, regardless of how unworthy we are. I love Him so much, and I am pleased that He is pleased with me!