THE RESCUE OF THE LAMB
"Resuce of the Lost Lamb" by Minerva Reichet

I know of the love, little lamb as He carried you in His arms,
Know of that gentle, sweet strength that cares and calms.
How far had you wandered? How far did you roam,
Before he kindly found you and brought you home?
There would be no need of a sharp word, just that look
In those eyes of the Master as in His arms he took
You, then came home rejoicing, home to the fold,
Home to all the others a loving tale to be told.
You, little lamb, with your coat so curly and black
Could never be a sacrificial lamb, purity you lack,
Just like me a sinner, yet He, sinless loved us so
That to suffer in agony and on to Calvary did go.
O little black lamb in the Master’s strong arms,
I know you feel of that great love that calms,
For He has held me in that same caring way,
Brought me safely home when I went astray.

M Ann Margetson © November 16, 2000
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