GOD SPEAKS THROUGH LITTLE LAMBS

Christmas 1994

3:00 A.M. in 94:
A muffin and a glass of milk;
Warm coat on, and out the door.
Colostrums, as soft as silk,
Will feed the lambs too weak to nurse;
They need this milk to make them strong;
But how will God now reimburse
The shepherd tired, who walks along?

The night is clean and cold and white;
My snow-kissed lips conjure a song;
And hark, I hear it through the night;
A tiny bleat! - I walk along.
A little lamb voice soft and low,
Can preach more clearly than I can,
That God sends lambs to earth to show,
“His lambs, like He, can feed a man.”

No wonder that the Lamb of God,
Which Wise Men sought so long ago,
Seeing still, that we’re not shod
With grace and peace and hearts aglow,
Comes calling in our world’s dark night.
Like shepherds climbing out of bed,
He purges sin; he makes things right;
The Shepherd sees God’s lambs are fed.