The Little Lamb
The gentle Shepherd took His sheep
To Jordan’s swelling tide
To lead His flock across the deep
And to the other side.
To better pastures, lush and green,
The Shepherd led them on –
Such land His flock had never seen
To which they now were drawn.
But when they reached the water’s edge
They would not start to cross –
They did not hear their Master’s pledge
That they would know no loss.
The Shepherd took a lamb so small
And carried her across –
The mother followed till they all
Were willing each to cross.
So too our fear of death is less
When one we dearly love
Goes on ahead to welcome us
To heaven’s home above.
Christina Joy Hommes