My StepMother wrote this poem awhile back : Mary had a little Lamb He washed us white as snow; He asked us just to follow Him Wherever He did go. So we went to the manger To see Him there asleep Marys Lamb lay quietly He let out not a peep. We followed as He walked on earth We listened to Him teach His words were not as others taught He spoke of joy and peace. We followed as He walked the road to death on Calvarys tree We saw the precious blood He shed To save both you and me. We followed as He left the tomb To take His place as King, And we know Marys little Lamb Will someday come again. Although He now in Glory reigns He faced the cross alone So we could always be with Him By following Him home. While we are here, we must decide To follow all the way.. Disciples of the little Lamb That Mary had that day..
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 20:25:09 +0000
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