Visión Pastoral (Eran Cien Ovejas)

There were one hundred sheep
That were in his flock
There were one hundred sheep
That lovingly he cared for
But one afternoon
When he counted them all
One was missing
One was missing
And sadly he cried

The ninety-nine
He left in the fold
And through the mountains
He went to search for her
He found her whimpering
Shivering from the cold
He anointed her wounds
And carried her on his shoulders
And returned to the sheepfold