One in Ninety-Nine
When sun has set and day is done,
I have to look – Where is My son?
I had him here, right by My side
and now he’s gone – Where did he hide?
Where did he go? Don’t understand
how he slipped through, just like the sand,
when I was stretching out My heart,
My life, My all through him to start
a brand new life, a life of ease –
Oh, won’t you tell Me? Tell Me, Please!
Please! If you know, Please! Let Me see –
Where has he gone? Where could he be?
I’ve searched and searched the whole earth through
and, now, I’m pleading! – Begging you,
“Please! Be My voice! Please! Be My hands
and hold Him up and help Him stand
when wolves are circling all around
and others beat Him, knock Him down –
You don't sit back! You don't dare fear!
My One in ninety-nine is here!
He took your place! He took your sin!
He grabbed the keys and entered in!
He won the war! He raised the damned!
Behold, My son! MY SON, the Lamb!”