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| by Mary Wacaster |
Jesus had some
little lambs.
He washed their
fleece white as snow.
But everywhere that
Jesus went,
Some lambs refused
to go.
They danced and
played,
And scattered
unaware.
Lost and lonely,
They wandered here
and there.
But Jesus left the
90 and 9
And searched high
and low,
To find those
little lambs
Who would follow
where He would go.
Carried upon His
shoulder
The ones brought
back home.
But Jesus wept for
stubborn ones
Which decided still
to roam.
So Jesus sought
abroad
Through a few
special men
Seeking out those
little lambs
And their precious
souls to win.
And God's Angels do
rejoice
Every time that one
is found
And brought back
into the fold;
Happy, safe and
sound.
