Poetry

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THE LITTLE BLACK LAMB
By Nancy E Rader
The little black lamb lay helpless, cold, hungry, and weak.
His bleating cries fell unheard at his mother’s feet.
She wanted nothing to do with a son who’s fur was black,
So she left him to die right there in her tracks.
But the kind shepherd heard his bleating cries and was
There before he could close his eyes.
With arms so loving, kind, and strong, the shepherd
Carried him to the safety of the barn.
Where he fed and loved him till he was big and strong.
This world is full of people like that little black lamb,
Who don’t quite understand why this world won’t love them and give them a helping hand!
Maybe it’s the color of their skin, blind eyes, or crippled feet.
It does not matter what the difference is,
They just don’t fit in with the majority on the street.
Oh, why do we turn away our cheek from those
who are different that we meet?
Why can’t we reach out with arms of love and hold
Their hand the way the shepherd did that little black lamb?

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