The Black Sheep Returned to the Fold

Though long is the light I have traveled
The way was so bitter and cold
I longed for the day when my shepherd will say
The black sheep returned to the fold

Forever my thoughts are on heaven
On Treasure more precious than gold
The church bells will ring
And the angels will sing
The black sheep returned to the fold

My mission on earth now is ended
My body is weary and cold
The works have been blessed
In this haven of rest
The black sheep returned to the fold

So bury me there in the church yard
The Story of life has been told
And let it be known
By the words on the stone
The black sheep returned to the fold

The black sheep returned to the fold