El buen pastor
Danny Berrios
The Good Shepherd
He left His fold
To search for me there
Where I had lost myself
Ninety-nine He left
To find me
Sunken in the abyss
He could have left me
There to die
In that terrible place
The good shepherd (the good shepherd)
To His fold He took me
U-uuh... uu-uuuh...
You could notice
In my tear-stained face
That I had lost all hope
Of returning to the fold
From where I had left
Seeing me astray
He extended His hand
And He looked into my eyes
And the fear of my life vanished
The good shepherd (the good shepherd)
To His fold He took me
No, He never left me alone
He gave me the opportunity
To start again
He led me to His greener pastures
To eat
And there He taught me
The open door
And in His eyes I saw
That portrait of love
The love for a lost sheep
There He took me
And He spoke to my life
The shepherd left His fold
There He embraced me
And He comforted me
The shepherd left His fold
The shepherd left His fold
