Eran Cien Ovejas

There were a hundred sheep
That were in the flock
There were a hundred sheep
That a loving shepherd cared for
But one afternoon
When counting them all
One was missing
One was missing
And sadly he cried

The ninety-nine
He left in the shelter
And through the mountain
He went to look for her
He found her whimpering
Shivering from the cold
He healed her wounds
Took her in his arms
And returned to the fold

This same story
Repeats itself
There are still sheep
That wander
Roaming the world
Without God without comfort
Without God and without faith