The Shepherd always find his lost sheep

Silently they walk through fields of snow,

Quietly they follow their shepherd home,

There is no time to stop or groan.

Their day is done as the sun sets in the sky,

As the snow covers the green-carpeted moor,

Back home to the warmth of the fires they go.

The land is covered in a snowy blanket,

Their feet sink into this carpet of snow,

Yet they know that they are safe,

As their Shepherd watches over them,

He will always find his lost sheep,

Even if they lose their way, as they roam,

He will find them and guide them home.

The day will end and darkness will fall,

Whatever the pain and the anguish,

Their shepherd will listen to their cries,

And heed their helpless call,

He will heal all their troubles and pain,

And make them strong and contented again.

Silently they walk through fields of snow,

Quietly they follow their shepherd home,

There is no time to stop or groan.

Their day is done as the sun sets in the sky,

As the snow covers the green carpeted floor,

Back home to the warmth of the fires they go.