STORY OF A STRAYING LAMB
The Shepherd loved His
little lamb,
And gave it His tender care.
And followed it with His
loving eyes,
As it wandered here and there.
And as He sat by His grazing
flock,
Who so meekly His voice obeyed.
He pondered sadly His little
lamb,
As again and again it strayed.
The little lamb had a
loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and
seek his own way,
As lambs will so often do.
With His gentle voice the
Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb.
"Come back, little one,
for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."
But still the lamb would
soon forget,
And unthinkingly wander away.
And not really noticing what he
did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.
Until one day, the
Shepherd kind,
Took His rod in His gentle hand.
And what He then did seemed so cruel,
That the lamb could not
understand.
For with one sharp and
well-aimed blow,
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of
the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.
Then the little lamb,
with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees.
And looked up at his
Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't you explain this,
please?"
Then he saw the love in
the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the
broken bone,
And bound it back in it's
place.
Now he was utterly
helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself
completely,
To his Shepherd's loving hand.
Then day by day, 'till
the lamb was healed,
From the flock he was kept apart.
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,
And cradled near to His
heart.
And the Shepherd would
whisper gentle words,
Into his now listening ear.
Thus he heard sweet
words of love,
That the other sheep could not
hear.
He felt the warmth of the
Shepherd's arms,
And the beat of His faithful heart.
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set
apart.
Every need of the little
lamb,
By his Shepherd so fully was met.
That through his brokenness he
learned,
What he never again would forget.
And as the broken bone
was healed,
And once more became whole and strong.
Wherever the Shepherd's path would
lead,
The lamb would follow along.
Thus at the Shepherd's
side he walked,
So closely, day by day.
For once a lamb has a
broken leg,
It will never again go astray.
For the cords of love had
bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need.
That it had no desire to wander
away,
When once again it was freed.
Could it be you are
broken today,
And you cannot understand.
The painful blow of the
Shepherd's rod,
Nor believe it came from His
hand?
He only seeks, by this
painful thing,
For a time to call you apart...
To cradle you close in
His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.
So look up into your
Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face.
And prove in the hour of
your weakness and need,
The sufficiency of His grace.
For as you are borne in
His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day.
He will bind you so close with the cords of His
love,
That never again will you stray!
Author Unknown
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