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."