There I was and the ninety-nine
Stranded in the dark coal mine
Goitered and musty we
Filtered and lusty we

Unto the Shepherd do we call
Lord of wolves and waterfalls
I and the rest there
We had no rest there

Until the voice that was heard
By the one and the herd
He called us and we found
A place in his arms called found

The shepherd seeks after me
Even though I let the rest be
He finds me and breaks me
And in His arms takes me

Copyright 2003 by pauly hart

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