My Shepherd is coming to find me He's left the ninety and nine, and is coming to me Lost I've been wandering long in this hard and barren land of hopeless anger and distrust Distracted by wolves in sheep's clothing Chased by biting fears White wool darkened by doubts But my Shepherd is coming to find me He'll gently lift me on high will step over the stones of my stubbornness will take me tenderly home He won't exclaim over my wilderness wanderings Finding me, He'll rejoice Beside still waters I'll be washed clean newborn with white wool of child's trust and innocence My Shepherd is coming to bring me home! And together we will rejoice— the ninety and nine me and our Shepherd.
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