© RANDY PLETT/THE IMAGE BANK/GETTY IMAGES
Lost and alone in a crevice deep
Almost too far out of reach
The frail little lamb was small and weak
But the faithful shepherd thought
Now the ninety-nine are all just fine
And staying within my view,
It is the lost that I must seek
To bring him back to life anew.
My crooked and sturdy staff I’ve brought
Which will help me lift him up
To pastures green near the peaceful stream
So he can frolic with his fellow sheep.
Our infinite Father-Mother God loves all
Who have ever been lost or strayed
from the holy path, the only path—
Still safe in the Shepherd’s view.
