In valleys deep beneath the starlit sky, He left the ninety-nine to hear my cry. Across the rugged hills, through shadows grim, With lamp in hand, He came to rescue me.
The night was fierce, the winds did howl and moan, Among the many, I felt stark alone. Yet in my soul, a light began to rise, For through the storm, I saw His loving eyes.
He braved the thorns where wolves lay in wait, His shepherd’s heart governed by love, not fate. Through each dark pass and treacherous steep, He came steadfast, His flock to keep.
“Why venture far for one so frail and weak?” The angels asked, for even they would seek.“ It is My love that guides Me through the night, Each lost lamb shines in My sight.”
Now safe within His gentle hold, I see The ninety-nine from heights of Calvary. No greater love has ever been than Thee, Who left the flock to rescue me.
As stars above continue in their sweep, I am the one for whom His love runs deep. In grateful hymns, my soul will always sing, The Shepherd King who is my everything.
