And their paths must someday meet.
In the valley of sorrow bitter,
They will find communion sweet.
O hear the shephard sweetly calling
To the wounded wandering sheep.
He'll keep searching till He's found them.
He won't slumber, He won't sleep.
I have seen Him on that mountain,
Pierced by thorns and left to die.
Though He's bleeding, still He's pleading,
Child come home, His mournful cry.
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