HOME TO THE FOLD

I stumbled so long on the broad highway

Lost; bewildered and blind

Wandering desolate; a sheep gone astray

Knowing not the Shepherd was following behind

Searching and calling; seeking for me

His hands and feet stained red

So blinded by sin I could not see

And further from Him I fled

I heard not His voice but words of liars

Called me far from His keep

Leading me in the paths of thorns and briars

And to the pit that is deep

No one to show me the way I should tread

Wolves around me with teeth that would rip

Filling my heart with fear and dread

As sin kept me in its cruel grip

I fell to my knees; I could struggle no more

I lay down in sorrow and despair

My heart was breaking; for help I did implore

Then I heard soft footsteps coming there

They stopped beside me and I lifted my head

As the arms of the Shepherd raised me from the ground

He gently held me and softly said

Now you my lost sheep I have found

I searched for you so long; be at peace now

For I am carrying you home to the fold

I heard your cries when on the ground you did bow

Now you in my arms I will hold

I closed my eyes and gently did sigh

And laid my head on His breast

Cradled to my Saviour as He carried me high

Knowing on Him I could rest

There is rejoicing in Heaven when trumpets will sound

And angels in chorus shall sing

Ninety nine safely there but another one has been found

As Jesus a lost sheep to His fold He will bring

Colin Moffett