Sing Him a Lullaby - 2
One day a child was hurt
and of course he was to blame.
The kid would barely make it he
was beat so bad. There was talk
of vigilantes to scour the woods
until they found that lousy no-name,
that vicious little kid everybody wanted dead.
They cornered him so he didn't have
a chance. They roped and tied him
and beat him black and blue, though
he screamed he didn't do it. All his
anger and his rage came spilling out;
he was like a wounded animal waiting to be shot.
And then a stranger intervened,
a man with gentle eyes and sallow skin
who spoke soft, he was serene.
His voice made everybody calm and quiet.
He put his arms around the child and held
him close until he stopped his sobbing,
and then he said:
"Instead of beating him, show him
some compassion. With mercy
and forgiveness take this forsaken,
frightened soul into your hearts
and sing him a lullaby, a lullaby to
bring him from the depths of his
despair and make him whole."
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