Originally published 03-18-19
Like a Lamb
Like a lamb unto the slaughter
Christ went, and closed his mouth
Rescuing each son and daughter
From pain of death and doubt.
Like an olive in a winepress,
The pain of every sin
Rolls over The Only Sinless,
The Only Perfect Man.
Like a shepherd in the mountains
He searches for lost sheep.
There is no height he will not climb
To bring home you and me.
Like a fount of living water
Christ nourishes my soul.
He makes rough troubles calmer.
He cleans me, makes me whole.