Classic Poem

Done foun' my los' sheep, Hallelujah.
I done foun' my los' sheep.

My Lord had a hundred sheep,
One o' dem did go astray,
That jes lef' Him ninety-nine,
Go to de wilderness, seek an' fin',
Ef you fin' him, bring him back,
Cross de shoulders, cross yo' back;
Tell de neighbors all aroun',
Dat los' sheep has to be foun',
Done foun' my los' sheep.

In dat Resurrection Day,
Sinner can't fin' no hidin' place,
Go to de mountain, de mountain move,
Run to de hill, de hill run too,
Sinner man trablin' on trembling groun',
Po' los' sheep ain't nebber been foun';
Sinner, why don't yo' stop and pray,
Den you'd hear de Shepherd say,
Done foun' my los' sheep.