The Absentee - Crooked Still
Someone is absent the shepherd said
As over my classbook he bent his head
For several sundays absent too
So tell me teacher what did you do
I didn't call as perhaps I should
I sent some cards but they did no good
I never heard
She never came
So I decided to drop her name
He answered gravely the fault was mine
Hundred no there were ninety nine
One was lost and dark and cold
I sought that sheep that had left the fold
Path was stony
Edged with thorns
My feet were wounded bruised and torn
I kept on searching not countin' the cost
And overjoyed when I found the lost
Thus spoke the shepherd in tender tones
I looked and lo I was all alone
But God a vision had sent to me
To show his will towards the absentee
