MY LITTLE LAMB

A boy once played in fields of gold
chasing bugs and caterpillars and such.
A little lamb played by his side,
he loved the boy so much.

They'd play all day and then at night
they'd lie their little bodies down
to gain more strength for the very next day.
They'd play all around their town.

But one chill night as they lie dreaming there
under stars that twinkled bright,
an angel appeared above their heads
dressed head to toe in white.

Enveloped with fire the angel stood
brighter than the sun at noonday,
"Do not fear my little child
for I bring you great news today.

In Bethlehem is born this night
the Savior which is Christ the King."
And then the angel, with millions more,
at that moment began to sing.

With burning chest and tear-stained cheeks
the boy picked up the lamb so dear.
"Father! Father! Did you see them there?
Oh, Father! Did you hear?"

"I did, my son," came the sweet reply.
"Now we seek this baby fair."
"Oh, Father, Father, can I go? Can I see the baby there?"

"Of course, my son, you too shall go
to give tribute to the King."
And so they traveled throughout the night
their finest gifts to bring.

In Bethlehem on that night of old
it was cold and the streets were bare.
But that brilliant star they followed then
gave light to the shepherds there.

At last they found the manger small
where lie the baby new.
Many gifts lie 'round him as wise men bowed,
"We give our gifts to you."

"This is the One," the father wept.
"It's He we've waited for.
He'll save us from ourselves one day,
He'll open up that door."

The little boy could not express
the love he felt for the Child,
but he could not think of anything
to give the infant mild.

But looking 'round and seeing there
what meant most to him in life,
he clutched the lamb and laid him at
the feet of Joseph's wife.

"I've nothing else to give your son
on this day of my Savior's birth.
But this little lamb is my best friend,
and so he is of great worth."

Pure love flowed through the boy's little heart
as he look at the Baby's face
and saw the long-awaited King
the Savior of his race.

As I go through my life sometimes
and lose track of my purpose here,
I try to stop and think of the boy
who gave his lamb so dear.

'Twas all he had, but all he gave
to the King of Kings that day,
when first men saw the personification of
the Spirit of Christmas day.

I have no lamb, I have no gold,
I have nothing a king desires,
but still I'm bid to live my life
to the heights for me God aspires.

Someday I'll too stand before my King
and give to Him my little lamb.
I'll give to him my very life
as a symbol of my love for Him.
-Christmas 1998