Text Based On Luke Chapter 15
And he arose, and came to his father. But when he was yet a
great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran,
and fell on his neck, and kissed him.

I Was A Wandering Sheep

I was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child, I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child;
They followed me o'er vale and hill, o'er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death, famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love, they saved the wand'ring one.

They spoke in tender love, They raised my drooping head,
They gently closed my bleeding wounds, my fainting soul They fed;
They washed my filth away, They made me clean and fair;
They brought me to my home in peace, the long sought wanderer.

Jesus my Shepherd is: 'twas He that lovèd my soul;
Twas He that washed me in His own blood, 'twas He that made me whole.
Twas He that sought the lost, that found the wandering sheep,
Twas He that brought me back to the fold, 'tis He that still doth keep.

No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled;
I love my tender Shepherd's voice, I love the peaceful fold.
No more a wayward child, I seek no more to roam;
I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love His home!