Precious Lamb
Two tiny hands wrapped around mine,
Four little feet right next to mine,
Standing there in the crowded line.
Looking up at me,
They could clearly see,
My overwhelming saddness,
Yet the joy there was to be.
As with questions,
They tugged at ny shirt tail,
While I began to tell them,
Of a love without fail,
"Who is that Man Momma just up ahead?"
I knealt down craddeling them in my arms,and replied,
"My sweet children,that is the Precious Lamb."
"Momma,why from His body does He bleed?"
I took a deep breath,
Looked to the Heavens and replied,
"Because,you see,that's the price to set us free."
~Shawna Cramer Pate~ 2009
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