The Shepherd loved His little lamb,

and gave it His tender care . . .

And followed it with His loving eyes

as it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock

Who so meekly His voice obeyed,

He pondered sadly His little lamb

As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,

And adores His Shephrd, true,

But would turn aside and seek his own way

As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,

To His loved and straying lamb,

"Come back, little one, for you are not safe

Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget

And unthinkingly wander away,

And not really noticing what he did,

From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind

Took His rod in His gentle hand,

And what He then did seemed so cruel

That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow

Down the rod so swiftly came

That it broke the leg of the little lamb

And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,

Fell down upon his knees . . .

And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,

"Won't You explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes

As the tears ran down His face,

As He tenderly set the broken bone,

And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,

He could not even stand!

He must trust himself completely

To his Shepherd's loving hand.

Then day by day 'till the lamb was healed

From the flock he was kept apart . . .

And carried about in the Shepherd's arms,

And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words

Into his now listening ear . . .

Thus he heard sweet words of love

That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms

And the beat of His faithful heart . . .

Until it came a blessing to seem,

By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb

By His Shepherd so fully was met

That through his brokeness he learned

What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,

And once more became whole and strong . . .

Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,

The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked

So closely, day by day

For once a lamb has a broken leg

It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so

In its hour of weakness and need . . .

That it had no desire to wander away,

When once again it was freed.

Could it be you who are broken today,

And you cannot understand

The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod

Nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,

For a time to call you apart . . .

To cradle you close in His loving arms,

And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,

And earnestly seek His face . . .

And prove in the hour of your weakness and need 

the sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,

and carried there day by day . . .

He will bind you so close with the cords of His love

that never again will you stray!