The Lamb

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as snow
Every where the blood was applied
The shadow of death could not go.

Covered by the blood of the Lamb
My sin made white as snow
Everywhere that Mary went
The Lamb was sure to go.

Not by the blood of goats and lambs
His precious blood was shed
Before the world was made, God planned
To redeem us , though spiritually dead.

Oh Gracious Savior, Lamb that was slain
You stand beside the throne
Thank you for giving your life for me
And making me your own.

Poem inspired by Beloved Disciple Bible study
~2004~
G.Harlin