~ THE SHEPHERD'S HEART ~ When I was a lil' child upon my mother's knee, my favorite thing was when she read the Bible book to me. She'd read about a Shepherd, and tears would fill her eyes; what caused my mother's tears back then I didn't realize. From another book she'd read my favorite nursery rhyme about a girl named Mary; she read time after time. "Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, and everywhere that Mary went the Lamb was sure to go." When mother put the books away she'd begin to sing about a place called Heaven; Oh, how her voice did ring! She'd sing "The Old, Old Story" and then "Amazing Grace" ~ Songs about the Shepherd's Lamb who gladly took my place. "Now I lay her down to sleep," I'd hear my mother say; "If she should die before she wakes, take her soul, dear Lord, I pray." Then I'd ask my mother, "Why did He have to die?" She'd say, "When you are older, you'll understand just why." I'd feel my mother's loving heart as she held me there, closely to her bosom in that ole' rockin' chair. The beating of her heart would put me fast asleep; and dreamland, where Mary's Lamb was sure my soul to keep. Childhood was left far behind; years and years had flown. I told the stories ~ sang the songs to children of my own. They'd often ask me, "Mother, why do you always cry every time you read about the Lamb who had to die?" I'd hold them to my bosom and whisper Mother's prayer. My heart would beat the rhythm of that same ole' rockin' chair. By then I knew the answer to my childhood quest; So I told to them the story as they lay upon my breast. A spotless Lamb named Jesus came to earth from Heav'n above. He had a gentle Shepherd's Heart filled with His Father's Love. The Father needed Someone to take our sins away; So He could open Heav'n to all of us one day. The Lamb of God did only good everywhere He'd go. Remember, He was Mary's Lamb, with fleece as white as snow. He made the lame to walk again; caused blinded eyes to see. Opened sin's dark prison; set every captive FREE! The Shepherd's Heart was beating a rhythm never heard; The Lamb before His shearers stood, saying not a word. As He died upon the Cross He was not fast asleep' But ~ whisper'd only~ "Father, I pray my soul, You keep!" They laid Him in a borrowed tomb covered by a stone. His Shepherd's Heart now silenced; they thought it ever gone. But death just could not conquer Mary's little Lamb, He's ALPHA and OMEGA; ~ OUR GOD ~ THE GREAT I AM !!! Now The Lamb of Heaven holds us closely to His breast, we can feel His Shepherd's Heart bringing Peace and Rest. Each beat resounds the message of His Mercy and His Grace; and it won't be long before we see Him face to face! Mary Carter Mizrany© see credit below

 

This poem copyrighted by Mary Carter Mizrany, and used with her gracious permission.
Please visit Mary's site for more beautifully God-inspired poetry such as this.

Thank you Mary, for allowing me to share this awesome poem on my website.
I love Jesus, your precious mother, and you!

Picture of our Shepherd and His little lamb is not part of this webset.
It was sent to me in email, and artist is unknown to me. :(

The wonderful gospel hymn playing is entitled "I Love to Tell the Story"
unfortunately, unknown sequencer