God had a little Lamb,
He was pure as snow;
He was sent to Mary,
to live on Earth below.
The Lamb was to be the answer,
He was to be mankind’s cure;
Washed in the blood of this Holy Lamb,
and it will make you pure.
Where ever this Lamb went,
His disciples would surely follower;
From the top of every mountain,
and down in every hollow.
They watched this Lamb daily,
heal the sick and lame;
Telling all He did it,
in His Father’s holy name.
This Lamb moved from town to town,
preaching as He went;
Telling all about His Father,
and why He the Lamb was sent.
He could make the blind see,
He even raised the dead;
The only pay He ever took,
was to make sure His followers were fed.
Some did not believe this Lamb,
some even said He lied;
That He was not the Son of God,
they thought that He should die.
They crucified the Lamb of God,
on Him they put the blame;
The Lamb took it all with pride,
not once did He complain.
God’s little Lamb so pure,
died for mankind’s sin;
Taking it all in stride,
so we could live again.
Jesus Christ, God’s little Lamb,
knew the reason He had to die;
We have to go through the blood of The Lamb,
to reach the other side.
Amen
By: Pat Finn
Oct. 26 & 27, 2006