The Shepherd Calls

He counts the flock at close of day,
One lamb is gone, has strayed away.
With restless heart and tender care,
He seeks the one lost anywhere.

Through shadowed hills the Shepherd goes,
The wind may chill, the darkness grows.
Yet love compels His steady pace,
To bring one heart back to His grace.

The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.

He calls the name the lamb once knew,
His voice breaks through the morning dew.
A trembling heart at last replies,
And hope returns through tear-filled eyes.

He lifts it gently, close and warm,
Protecting it from fear or storm.
No word of blame, just joy and peace,
The Shepherd’s love will never cease.

The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.

The flock looks on and softly waits,
They see His care, they feel their fates.
Each knows if they should ever roam,
His voice will call them safely home.

He binds the wounds, restores the soul,
And leads it back to reach the goal.
The pasture gleams with light anew,
Where faith and mercy blend like dew.

The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.

The Shepherd guards both night and day,
To keep the thief and wolf at bay.
His watchful eyes see every tear,
His tender voice will calm your fear.

When hearts grow faint or pathways dim,
He whispers truth and calls to them.
“Come follow me, the fold awaits,
My arms are wide, My love is great.”

The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.

And when the lost one joins once more,
Rejoicing sounds from shore to shore.
The Shepherd smiles, the angels sing,
Such joy a single soul can bring.

No road too long, no hill too steep,
He keeps His promise, guards His sheep.
Through every trial, loss, or fear,
The Shepherd’s voice draws hearts so near.

We all are sheep who’ve gone astray,
Yet still His love won’t turn away.
He pardoned Saul and hears our tears,
Our Grand Shepherd rewards our years.

The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.
The Shepherd calls; His love is true,
He walks each path to carry you.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.
No soul too far, no night too cold,
He leads them all back to the fold.

Upbeat symphonic pop‑rock with medium tempo, minor key, and moody classic rock guitars
Male singers