A violin string calls
From a chord pressed,
A heartstring trembles
From within her breast,
A puppet string snaps
From the stress and the strain,
Sympathetic sounds
From her mouth pour again.
As soft as the tunes
Of bow, or heartbeat,
Both are melodious,
And sound just as sweet.
As playful as the puppet,
Or her acts of sympathy,
Both are keenly seen
By the Lord of you and me.
A leprous man
Huddled by the cold roadside,
Such a sense of suff’ring
She just cannot abide.
A little, lonely lamb
Laying hurt by a stone wall
Enjoys her tender care
Moments after its fall.
In pain is the leper,
And she’s in pain too,
Unable to cure him
It nearly cuts her in two.
As humble as that lamb
She too enjoys protection
From her Master Shepherd
Of whom she shows affection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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