Visión Pastoral (Cien Ovejas)

There were a hundred sheep
What was in his flock
There were a hundred sheep
That, lover, he cared

But in one afternoon
By counting them all
He was missing one
He was missing one and, sad, he cried

ninety nine
Left in the sheepfold
And down the mountain
To look for her, he went, oh

He found her moaning
Shivering from the cold
He anointed her wounds and carried her on his shoulders.
And, to the fold, he returned

This same story
It repeats itself again
There are still sheep
How wandering they are

With a broken soul
They go over the hills
Shivering from the cold
Wandering in the world, without God and without light

But still
There are shepherds
that through the mountains
To look for them, they go

And when they find them
They bring them to the road, ooh
to the good path
The truth and the life is Christ, the Lord

Ooh
Jesus is my good shepherd

ninety nine
Left in the fold, ooh
and down the mountain
To look for her, he went

He found her moaning
Shivering from the cold
He anointed her wounds, he carried her on his shoulders
And, to the fold, he returned

Ooh
Thank my Lord
You gave me all life and light
You took it from me and gave me your love