99 On The Hill

It’s another morning in the pasture;
My heart is broken, in dismay.
When I noticed one of you were missing?

I’ve searched among your brothers and sisters, friends,
My precious love, why did you stray?
You’re worth more than anything.

This love of mine is true, and you belong to me still.
So I am off to find you, and leave my 99 on the hill.
Won’t give up but will see you through, my promise to fulfill.
So I am off to find you, and leave my 99 on the hill.

Battered and bruised, so hungry and thirsty
The dangers of the wilderness can make you lose your sense of direction so quickly.

Not aware of treacherous wolves that follow your path,
Or the poison berries you’re tempted to eat.
Your way may seem right but leads to death,
My sheep know my tender voice and follow me.

This love of mine is true, and you belong to me still.
So I am off to find you, and leave my 99 on the hill.
Won’t give up but will see you through, my promise to fulfill.
So I am off to find you, and leave my 99 on the hill.

The one, who is lost, can never be so far from being saved by the Father’s hand.
He’s paid the price and you’ve been bought, by the blood of the lamb.

God’s love for each individual is so great,
That he seeks out each one and rejoices when he or she is found.

Along with heaven’s orchestra as the angels celebrate,
On Christ shoulders, carrying you home where true love abounds.

Lost one,
He loves you still,
He will see you through
To Him you truly belong,
He would leave the 99 on the hill,
Just to find you.


By
Aaron Guadarrama

Read Luke 15:1-7