Night had come, the sun had set
He gathered sheep into the night.
Counting each dear lamb with care
Each one was precious in his sight.
Ninety-eight then ninety nine
One more to find to make it whole.
He searched again to no avail
A lamb was lost, it pained his soul.
He would not rest nor would he sleep
‘Till all were gathered in the fold.
Leaving safety far behind
He journeyed out into the cold.
He searched the high land and the low
For signs of life or of distress.
By name he called the precious lamb
He would not falter nor digress.
Through trees and valleys, fields and streams
The shepherd’s search was resolute.
His eyes turned to the heavn’ly sky
“Please guide me to the proper route.”
No sooner than the words were said
Faint cries he heard from a distant glen.
Rushing to the missing lamb
Into his arms it came again.
Safely home both did return
To join the fold from whence they came.
The Shepherd that we call our Lord
Loves each of us just the same.
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