A shepherd had one hundred sheep
Wooly white with loving eyes
Then yesterday one small sheep
Whose tiny bleating sounds its cries
Left the ninety-nine other sheep
And traveled earth
The shepherd then began to weep
As he only counted to ninety-nine
He set out leaving the other sheep
Knowing he had but little time
To find his little lost sheep
About the earth
Fording rivers, climbing hills steep
The shepherd searched both night and day
Desperate to hear a bleat from his sheep
The little one who had lot its way
The little one began to weep
Had lost its mirth
A shepherd of one hundred sheep
Is what the kingdom of God is like
Who would leave all to find one sheep
And would take any lonely hike
A shepherd who will find his sheep
Upon the earth
And when the shepherd finds his sheep
And takes him home to heal and care
The shepherd joyfully will leap
And give his friends a feastful fare
For the shepherd found his missing sheep
With joyous mirth
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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