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.
