Lost Lamb Easter Parable
Lost we all are at times,
Like this wee lamb that climbs,
Away from his family fold,
By a teasing butterfly made bold,
To wander alone,
From the usual path shown.
His savior shepherd keeps him from harm,
Lovingly cradling the lamb in his arms.
In this world or beyond may we all be so blessed,
To find salvation when so distressed.
May your holiday find you in comfort and peace,
Content that for now your cares cease.
MRT/4-18-19
Copyright © M. Renee Taylor | Year Posted 2019
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