The Ninety and Nine is a beautiful song with a great message.

The words and history of the song below are from the Cyber Hymnal.

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Words: Eliz­a­beth C. Cle­phane, 1868.

Music: Ira D. Sank­ey, Sac­red Songs and So­los.

Sankey spot­ted these words in a Bri­tish news­pa­per while on an evan­gel­ism tour in Scot­land with Dwight Moo­dy. He tore the po­em from the pa­per, put it in his pock­et, and for­got about it. Lat­er that day, at the end of their ser­vice in Edin­burgh, Moo­dy asked Sank­ey for a clos­ing song. Ira was caught by sur­prise, but the Ho­ly Spir­it re­mind­ed him of the po­em in his pock­et. He brought it out, said a pray­er, then com­posed the tune as he sang. Thus was born “The Nine­ty and Nine.” This was Sank­ey’s first at­tempt at writ­ing a hymn tune. Not bad for a first try!

Many years ago there lived at North­field [Mass­a­chu­setts] an in­fi­del; and one day, while all the neigh­bors had gone to the meet­ing at the church, he sat at home alone feel­ing dis­sa­tis­fied with him­self and all the world in gen­er­al. But he heard Mr. Sankey sing­ing “The Nine­ty and Nine”; and there was some­thing in the hymn that he could not es­cape. The mel­o­dy rang in his ears, and the thought of the lost sheep trou­bled him that night, and the next, and the fol­low­ing day un­til the ev­en­ing, when he could stand it no long­er. He went to the meet­ing and re­turned a saved man.

A few years lat­er he was tak­en ill. One day he said to his wife, “Raise the win­dow; I hear ‘The Nine­ty and Nine.’” Then he list­ened at­tent­ive­ly un­til the last notes of the hymn had died out; and turn­ing from the win­dow he said, “I am dy­ing; but it is all right, for I am rea­dy. I shall ne­ver hear ‘The Nine­ty and Nine’ again on earth, but I am glad that I have heard it once more to­day.”

Crosby, p. 323

There were ninety and nine that safely lay
In the shelter of the fold.
But one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold.
Away on the mountains wild and bare.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.
Away from the tender Shepherd’s care.

“Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for Thee?”
But the Shepherd made answer: “This of Mine
Has wandered away from Me;
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep.”

But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through
Ere He found His sheep that was lost.
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die;
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

“Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way
That mark out the mountain’s track?”
“They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.”
“Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?”
“They are pierced tonight by many a thorn;
They are pierced tonight by many a thorn.”

And all through the mountains, thunder riven
And up from the rocky steep,
There arose a glad cry to the gate of Heaven,
“Rejoice! I have found My sheep!”
And the angels echoed around the throne,
“Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!
Rejoice, for the Lord brings back His own!”



I was taking photos of the pond and the geese behind the hospital the other day, and enjoying the beautiful afternoon. A couple of people were throwing out bread for them. As you can see from the water, the wind was pretty strong, but warm.

[At least, I think they’re geese – they look like the photo ON THIS SITE.]

Suddenly, there was a loud sound, wings flapping, water splattering – two of them looked like they’d been tied together at their necks and thrown in the water.

Then the other ones, on the banks and in the water, got upset and started making really loud sounds. It was all very loud and startling.

One of the ladies tried throwing bread at them, but they didn’t even notice.

Eventually, they went underwater – one surfaced in the same place, the other several feet away. I guess the one who moved away lost the battle.

Then, as suddenly as all the noise started, it stopped. They went back to eating, I took more photos of them and the colorful trees and called it a day.

PhotoStory Friday
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Friday Funnies

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Recently, I was diagnosed with A. A. A. D. D. – AGE ACTIVATED ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER. This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide my car needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice that there is mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car. I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I’m going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only 1 check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking.

I’m going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don’t accidentally knock it over. I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye–they need to be watered.

I set the Coke down on the counter, and I discover my reading glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
—-the car isn’t washed,
—-the bills aren’t paid,
—-there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter,
—-the flowers don’t have enough water,
—-there is still only 1 check in my check book,
—-I can’t find the remote,
—-I can’t find my glasses,
—-and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really
baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I’m really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it,
but first I’ll check my e-mail.


My daughter and her roommate moved to a new place over the weekend. It turned out to be a beautiful day. The temperature was very mild, with a bit of a breeze.

Great day for moving!

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My brother and his son once again came through and got The Kid’s stuff moved.

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The Kid had already filled her car with items she could carry and made a trip to the new place. After carrying down more items that she could lift, she finished the job at the old place by supervising from the balcony.

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I provided moral support, encouragement and Sonic drinks for my contribution.


I was reminded by a story I read yesterday how much our servicemen need our support and prayers, so today’s links give information on how we can support our troups. I usually check out any groups before donating to them by going to Charity Navigator or the Better Business Bureau


The pages below contain numerous links:
America Supports You

US Army Support Page
US Marines Support Page


I had saved this from a page in Family Circle/April 1,1980. It is by Mother Teresa.

JOY is prayer–
JOY is strength–
JOY is love–
JOY is a net of love by which you can catch souls. She gives most who gives with joy.

The best way to show our gratitude to God and the people is to accept
everything with joy. A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a
heart burning with love.

We all long for heaven where God is but we have it in our power to be in heaven with Him right now–to be happy with Him at this very moment. But being happy with Him now means:
….loving as He loves,
….helping as He helps,
….giving as He gives,
….serving as He serves,
….rescuing as He rescues,
….being with Him for all the twenty-four hours,
….touching Him in his distressing disguise.

From the Book “A Gift From God” by Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
Copyright 1975 by Mother Teresa Missionaries of Charity