THE MAN AND THE LAMB
The child, dressed in her Sunday best,
Gazed up at the
Sunday school wall,
She'd never seen such a pretty scene,
was totally thrilled with it all.
She stretched up tall for a better view,
Of the lovely
A look of wonderment on her face,
Mixed with enchantment
"Oh look!" she exclaimed and smiled,
"See the lamb
being held by the Man,
I want to be just like it," she said,
like that little lamb."
The lamb looked contented and happy,
Secure and safe from harm,
Peaceful, serene, and protected,
At home in the Master's arms.
Young as she was, she sensed the love
The Shepherd had for His lamb,
This, she knew she wanted, too,
The care and love of this Man.
So it came to pass, while still a child
When things went wrong
She'd see herself in the hands of the Man,
And her troubles
would shortly desist.
And as she knelt to say her prayers,
When going to bed each night,
She'd say, "Dear Lord, please let me be
Like that lamb you hold so tight."
Then, as she grew older,
She kept that picture
in her mind,
A place of comfort, where she'd go,
seemed too unkind.
Tucked snugly in that child's heart,
The vision of the
Man and the lamb,
A haven always within her reach,
The warmth of the Sweet Lord's Hand.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis